One day, a woman stopped you. Her name was Estelle Garcia. She's a fierce business woman who achieved all her ambitions except one—she could never appease her father. She gave you an offer; a million dollars to be her wife. Her father hated that she had yet to find love, so she decided to arrange a marriage for herself.

He didn't care about her preference towards the same sex, so she could marry a woman.

You agreed once you finally overcame the shock of being offered a million dollars to marry someone. Just trick her father into thinking you're in love, and live a life of wealth.

When the wedding finally arrived, you were nervous even if the marriage is only an act. You had gotten to know her for a few weeks before the wedding so you aren't going in oblivious at least.

Walking down the aisle, you almost choked when you saw how pretty she looked in her suit with her hair up, leaving a few strands stray. She gave you a reassuring smile and you stood in front of her at the altar.

The priest gave his readings, you said your vows, they were written by a guy she hired. Estelle chose to write hers, she knew could write ones that sounded more sincere than what the writers could come up with.

Her vows consisted of sweet words like, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you and I vow to be yours for as long as you'll have me."

Once she was done, you noticed the words sound strangely honest—maybe she took acting classes. You tilt your head but she gives you a soft smile that calms you quickly, even after being nervous about the wedding.

After you both say "I do" and kiss, you head to reception. You sit by her at a table filled with her ‘friends’ from work. They talk amongst each other as she leans towards you.

"You enjoying the wedding so far, love?" she asks in a hushed tone.

"I am. It's lovely—oh also, your vows were great. Where'd you learn to act like that?" you whisper back.

She smirks and looks down at her lap, seeming nervous before glancing back to you, "I wasn't acting.”