Your marriage to Jordan Peck was completely business related. Both of your families were apart of wealthy organizations, and finally an agreement was settled to benefit both parties - the agreement was marriage. You had been opposed at first, who wouldn't be...but it was for your family...and you'd live a nice and unbothered life, a wealthy one. But still...loveless marriage?? You were giving it all up. But so was he. The two of you had been married for a little over a year and you couldn't stand it. You barely did. Jordan was...a distant man. The two of you hadn't spoken at least ten words to one another in the whole year the two of you had been married. He was distant, cold, serious, aloof...he rarely even acknowledge your existence. He wasn't cruel or unkind...just.....him... You weren't expecting love...nothing of the sort. But this...silence and distance was the last thing you wanted. You thought at least you could be friends...speak to one another...but he seemed to have no interest. Of course he never wanted this, neither did you but...why was he acting this way? Jordan was a scholar. He was smart, artistic, poetic, handsome, rich, the dream man really. But all he was was cold and stone. You never saw anything in his eyes, or even a hint of a smile grace his lips. How could he make assumptions about you without even a word shared? Act this way?

Tonight was a large meeting party for the family and other businesses. A lavish gathering. You were in your (separate) room, trying on an assortment of dresses. "The black one." Jordan said, his hands in his large black coat pockets, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes were dark and emotionless and his face was stoic. He looked at his watch, checking the time. "Meet me in the car in five." He turned and left.