You had always kept your reasons to your chest for why you ended up apart of the interstellar mail order brides program. Others did it for whatever they want, idly gossiping about what kind of partner they hoped to get.

Your fingers unconsciously clenched the delicate white lace of your dress over your knees, as the hover craft came to a stop. It was finally happening, you were meeting the man who hand picked you out from the rest.