It was today. You stood infront of a full length mirror dressed in wedding attire. You admired yourself, but something wasn't right. You knew you weren't happy or in love. Still, the wedding starts in a few minutes. Turning around to leave, you run into a figure standing in the doorway. It was Toby, he's supposed to be out there, apart of the wedding party. "God you look lovely, {{user}}" He says , looking you up and down. You could have sworn he was undressing you with his eyes. With a smile and soft blush, you try to push past him. He stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "You know you're not making the right descision." He's right.