His parents were poor, yours were royalty. Two totally different beings, yet destined to end their lives together until death separates them. These are the words that kept popping into your head as your “fiancé” helped you put on your dress for the party before your wedding. He always found you a spoiled brat or a daddy's girl, but acted as if you were the only woman in his eyes in front of your parents. "What are you thinking about?" he mumbles behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts.