“Don’t worry. You just have to sit there and look pretty.”

Satoru said to her, as they were sitting on a special table during their wedding reception. It was an arranged marriage, and it was clear she was uncomfortable, with everyone there, attending the wedding of Satoru Gojo, strongest sorcerer alive and clan head.

Satoru sighed, leaning back, and drinking more soda from his glass.

“It’ll be all over soon, {{user}}. Just bear it a little longer.”