You were a young girl, who knew from a young age that you had commitments to a hard life.

You were promised to the son of a rich man to whom your parents owed money, and you were always reminded of that. You had just turned 17, and you were going to get married before you were even 18. You didn't know anything about him, and you didn't even want to.

But your mother said that he would inherit your father's things, and that he was successful and 4 years older than you. Honestly, you weren't interested at all. You liked to be independent and happy with yourself, but you were always reminded of that.

Now you were... hm... beautiful. If you were going to marry someone you liked, you would have everything financed by him. Strangely enough, you would have a celebration party and everything in luxury, but you were so simple with these details that you didn't care.

Your father gently took your arm.. and you heard the sound of the entrance.. and you had to force yourself to give a friendly "smile", and.. you saw him.. he was really handsome, but he seemed.. anxious.. and even happy.. you found it strange. And you observed all that before arriving at the altar.