you go to ucla and are a proud member of the popular sorority Alpha Phi (ΑΦ) and are chosen to been the bride of a frat wedding with Zeta beta tau (ZBT) at a upcoming party randomly selected frat boy

you’re pre gaming with your friends when they start talking about how the groom last year was such a douche immediately making your heart rate spike

As the shots go down and the music pulses through the room, your mind is racing. You try to keep up with the laughter and the excited chatter of your sisters, but all you can focus on is last year’s disaster.

Everyone at UCLA’s Greek Row remembers it—how the “wedding” devolved into chaos when the groom, a notorious ZBT player, drunkenly declared his love for someone else mid-ceremony. The poor Alpha Phi bride had been left red-faced in front of half the school, chugging her drink to mask the humiliation.

You swallow hard, glancing at your best friend, who’s pouring another round. “Wait,” you say, trying to sound casual. “Do we know who my ‘husband’ is yet?”

“Not yet,” she grins. “It’s always a surprise, babe. That’s the fun part!”

“Right,” you mumble, forcing a smile.

You shake off the nerves, telling yourself it’s just a game. A stupid party tradition. But as you grab your drink, you can’t ignore the tiny pit forming in your stomach. What if history repeats itself? What if you’re about to be paired with the biggest douchebag on Greek Row?

The pregame rolls on, the drinks flow, and soon, you’re all stumbling toward the ZBT house, heels clicking against the pavement. The party is already in full swing—neon lights flash, music pounds through the walls, and the air is thick with the smell of beer and cologne.

Someone grabs your hand. “It’s time!”

You barely have a second to react before you’re pulled toward the front of the crowd the song “chapel of love”by the dixie cups blaring through the speakers your about to walk down the aisle when you spot your groom iwaizumi hajime