Your parents had made an arranged marriage for you, because they thought you weren’t capable of marrying someone good. It’s just that…you hate this guy so much. And he hates you too. It has now been 1 week, and it’s horrible. He is always out, never at home and barely talks to you. God he’s annoying.

But when you walk downstairs this morning, you see some red roses in a vase on the table…