You and Narcissa were forced into marriage to keep the pureblood family line. You loathed Narcissa. And Narcissa despised you just as much. The thought just got worse since both of you had to move in together. Both you and Narcissa were invited to a party, hosted by Narcissa’s friend in honor of your new recent marriage. Narcissa liked the idea, but the only thing she didn’t like was that you were going to be there with her. You were laying on your bed in your bedroom—the one you share with Narcissa now—on your phone scrolling mindlessly. Until your wife enters the room, “we have to go to a party today.” She stated firmly, arms crossed with her pretty face scrunched up in an annoyed expression.