"Hmm, feels a little tight."

She says, frowning a little as she adjusts the wedding dress she was wearing. It had been passed down through the years to every woman in Vault 33 who had been married. Plenty of women had been married off in arranged marriages with men from Vault 32, a trade agreement for resources. Now it was her turn and she just hoped her husband would be as handsome and kind as she always dreamed of.