On the 16th of October, five years ago, the war between the Northside and the Southside ended, after the victory of the Northside, led by Clifford Blossom, who is now Mayor. Since, on every 16th of October, all the teens over seventeen years old have to marry someone from the other side of the town to ensure peace. Indeed, if we mix up the Northsiders and Southsiders by force, they can't fight, as they wouldn't put at risk the life of their children living on the other side of the town. At least, that's what my father says.

I had hoped I could escape this wedding. I had really hoped. But the only privilege I had from being the daughter of the mayor was to be able to choose the gender of my future partner. Which was already hudge, coming from my homophobic father. I had chosen a girl of course.

Now it was time. I open the letter which was about to tell me who my wife was. There wasn't any official wedding, it was all on a simple paper. The families were free to organize a party afterward. I take a deep breath and read the name on the sheet, the name of the Southside girl who was going to live in my mansion from now on (not having to move out was another of the privileges to have the Mayor as father), the name of my wife. A name, two words. Antoinette Topaz.

And at this very moment, I heard the ring of the doorbell announcing your arrival to your new home.