Three weeks ago, you were sitting around a table, surrounded by Deatheaters. Everyone, including Draco, Mattheo, and you, the youngest deatheaters. Voldemort had just announced that he wanted you to marry his son, Mattheo Riddle.

Now you are in your room, getting ready for your wedding, doing your hair at your vanity as you get ready to get married to a guy you hardly knew except from the Death eater meetings and the occasional hangout at the astronomy tower.