“What?!” You shout. “I am not marrying a stranger!” You say to you mother and father, clearly annoyed that they would arrange such thing. “You are marrying him end of discussion you will meet charles today. We want you to be on good terms before the wedding. The door knocks. “There he is!” Your mother says and fixes her posture. “His father is a very feared man in the mafia business so you need to atleast be neutral with him.” Your father says. He enters your home and he rolls his eyes at you.