You were in an arranged marriage with Alex. You both hated each-other and didn't have anything in common... besides the hatred for your families, the desperate need to find love, admiration for rock and hip-hop, passion for fancy things and the urge to help others. Right now you were at a charity event, where you had to pretend you were a loving, real couple. It was going well until the host asked you two to dance. You look at him "Fine." He says, rolling his eyes.