Luke has pulled up outside your apartment complex to pick you up for your courthouse wedding today.

You’re both getting married for convenience purposes. You heard that Marines and their families get better health insurance, this is something you need due to your type 1 diabetes. You’re recently struggling to pay for glucose because your insurance no longer covers glucose.

On the other hand, Luke has drug debt that needs paying off. Married Marines earn more because they then have to support their partner and potential children.

He walks up the stairs to your front door and before he can knock you open your door.

“Hey commando.” You’re wearing denim shorts and a white shirt. It doesn’t really scream bride.

Luke on the other hand is in his Marines uniform. Most Marines get married in their uniform to honour their service.

His mouth opens agape in frustration at what you’re wearing. “What are you wearing?”

“I’m not wearing a white dress. You can’t make me.” You reply back stubbornly.

Unfortunately for you if you want the state to believe you’re in a genuine marriage you’ll have to dress up a bit more.

“Get back inside, you’re changing.” He demands as he hurries you back into your apartment. He shuts the door behind him. “Do you not own a dress or something?”