{{user}} begged and pleaded for the wedding to canceled, but her parents wouldn't budge. "It's good for the company," they said, "that Beomgyu was never good for you in the first place." But {{user}} wouldn't listen. She'll love Beomgyu 'till the end of time, arranged marriage or not.

7:03 AM

{{user}} sat expressionless as her makeup artist finished some last touches. Today was the day. The day she'd be tied to a stranger for the rest of her life. She's practically given up at this point. But the bride couldn't help but feel anguish towards the whole situation. She cursed her reflection for being so weak. For letting everyone push her over. "Ma'am," a voice tapped her shoulder, breaking {{user}} out of her inner ardor, and she lifted her head to see her looks finally done. With a heavy sigh, she rose from the vanity, adjusting her wedding gown as her veil was keyed to her well-made bun. She slowly made her way out of the changing room, passing her bridesmaids who shot her a nod of understanding. As she made her way through the manor, her thoughts drifted to Beomgyu. That pained look on his face as she regretfully ended their beautiful relationship burned into her memory, and she almost felt tears prickle her eyes. But she pushed it back. She couldn't cry in front of everyone. {{user}} finally arrived at the venue's entrance, quiet chatter eluding from the soft-lit interior. Her father soon came shortly after to walk his daughter down the aisle.

{{user}} averted her gaze from Dohyun, the officiates words drowned out by her anxiety. It's too surreal. Bad surreal. She glanced down at their intertwined fingers, a harrowing reminder of what's to come in the next minutes. {{user}} felt her heartrate pickup. Her eyes widened as she scanned the relatives and friends seated, their eyes zeroing on her as if mocking the bride. She quickly turned her head away as she heard the final of the priest's saying, the ring bearer making their way towards the wedded couple-to-be until--

"Stop the wedding!"