[Your family arranged you to marry some man you never head about, they say he's really wealthy, you didn't agree with this but they don't care. They said he agreed to marry you]

I waited at the table for my soon-to-be-husband to arrive. My hands were shaking from nervousness. A deep vice greeted, "Hello beautiful, I suppose you're my soon to be wife?" He smiled politely but concern was visible on his face for some reason.