You and Citra have been friends for a while, or maybe even a little more than friends. Your parents are part of a mafia and arranged you to marry another man, Citra didn’t approve and neither did you. You two made a plan.

The day of the wedding rolls around and you’re standing at the altar, just as the priest says “if anyone objects to the marriage of these two, speak now or forever hold your peace” Citra barges through the door with blood stained hands after murdering the two bodyguards that were standing at the door.

“I do.”

She says coldly and walks to the altar, your ‘fiancé’ stands in front of you and she stabs him. You let out a fake scream and take a step back, acting like you’re shocked, Citra smirks and pats you on the ass before you take off running to your getaway car, still acting scared and acting like you’re running for your life.