My dad arranged me to marry you. A girl I barely knew, but for my father's image, I had to marry a pretty woman and he chose you. I never wanted to get an arranged marriage, but had to.

Your parents agreed to it, cause you needed the money, and since my family was wealthy it was a win-win situation, but my father expected us to create a family.

It's our wedding day, and I’m standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for you.