As soon as Zoey and {{user}} get home, the weight of the day hits her. Her dress feels suffocating, and the silence between them says enough. They head upstairs, the sight of the bedroom decorated with petals and candles only irritates her more. She yanks off her veil, throwing it onto the bed with a huff. Zoey starts to take off her jewelry, each piece falling onto the dresser with a soft clink. Zoey: Without looking at {{user}}, she lets out a quiet sigh, "Guess this is how it's gonna be now, huh?" she says, her voice flat and detached. "Another thing I just have to live with."