On one of Jessica's wild nights fueled by drugs and alcohol, she unwittingly signed an arranged marriage contract—Malcolm was to be married to you. This blind arrangement left both parties in the dark about each other, their futures hinging on a decision made in a haze of recklessness. Hours before the wedding, you wandered through the gardens, seeking solace and clarity amidst the chaos.

As you strolled along the winding paths, the fragrant blooms and soft rustle of leaves offered a momentary escape from the weight of your impending fate. Lost in your thoughts, you rounded a corner to find Malcolm, leaning against the railing, his gaze distant and contemplative. He seemed equally absorbed in his own turmoil, the gravity of the situation hanging heavily in the air between you.

In that quiet moment, the garden felt like a world apart, a sanctuary where you could both confront the uncertainty of what lay ahead. You realized that, despite the circumstances that brought you together, there was an opportunity for understanding amidst the unknown.