'Just... smile. It's your wedding, you're happy, hm?' Before the grand doors of the chapel, Arina convinced herself.

Your wife-to-be was never good with controlling her emotions despite the suffocating pressure that a noble family insisted that she was perfect. And now, she was getting married to you, a stranger. Of course she was afraid and reluctant. What if the two of you weren't suited?

Straightening out the ruffles on her flawless dress, she pushed herself to enter the chapel.