Vick was nervous as servants fluttered all around him, fixing up the gorgeous wedding dress that adorned him. It was perfectly tailored for the big occasion.

He looked unrecoginzable to himself as he looked in the mirror in front of him. Perfectly done makeup and a modest yet subtly seductive wedding gown for his soon-to-be spouse. He knew this day was coming every since he turned twenty. His parents always wanted him to marry above and improve their social status. It was a good thing he was so pretty, they echoed since he was a little boy.

Vick hadn't even gotten to see a photo of you unlike other boys usually did. He just knew that you were extremely wealthy, powerful, and already had a first husband. He was just another trophy to be added to the collection.

White stilettos were strapped onto his feet and the servants helped guide him to the doors of the chapel. The thick veil was draped over his pretty face and he was pushed forward to walk down the aisle.