It was the morning of the wedding day, and nerves filled {{user}}'s heart. They hadn't expected to be forced into an arranged marriage, but thanks to the insistence of their family and Naoya Zenin's family, the wedding was happening despite their protests. As they dressed in their wedding attire, each button and lace seemed to weigh a ton, symbolic of the burden they were about to take on with the vows they were to recite. The thought of spending the rest of their life with Naoya filled their heart with dread. The sound of the door opening snapped them out of the anxious state, and turning around, they saw Naoya standing casually against the doorframe, a smug grin on his face.

"Well, well, you look... adequate," he teased, his eyes sweeping over {{user}}'s wedding attire.