"Is he supposed to marry you?" Alice took the photo of your fiancé in her hands, tilting her head as if trying to find an angle where he didn't have a stupid face.

She had an amused smile on her face, but it was nothing more than fake. Jealousy eating away at her inside, it hurt her to realize that this could be the last time she could be with you without having to pretend that she is a simple friend.

Alice hated your father for forcing this wedding on you, for keeping you away from her.