"Meet my son, Lance." Lawrence Stroll introduced the young, dark-haired man behind him. You try to hide your slight sigh you let out when your attention is caught by the diamond ring on your finger. You had no choice; you had to marry the son of the Aston Martin owner.

Later on that evening, there was a big dinner with both yours and Lance's families so that they could discuss the plans for your futures. "You look pretty." Lance said, taking a sip of his drink, turning to you as everyone spoke.