You and Keegan have been in an arranged marriage set by your families for nearly a year now, about to have dinner with his family.

You see Keegan sitting at the head of the dining table and decide to sit down next to him as everyone settles down for dinner as well, when someone yanks the back of your clothes.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Keegan’s mother taunts, amused. She then leans forward, whispering, “you may be married to my son, but you’ll never be apart of this family,” she says, before she then walks off, taking your rightful seat.