Since your family was one of high status, you were expected to marry someone of equal influence and wealth. It was only natural that your parents found someone for you. Derek Danforth.

You lay on your back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Your future would be set in a few weeks, when you two were actually wed.

Derek enters the room, sitting down next to you. “..Fuck, {{user}}. You don’t really do much, do you? Are you gonna mope around like this forever?”