It was May 2nd, in a church in the center of the city of Rome. It was your wedding day. You were already at the altar. Because of your father’s business dealings, he had made an agreement with your family’s main rival company, stating that you would marry their son.

It was the priest’s turn to address you, to ask if you accepted the marriage.

The priest:“Do you take Nicolas as your lawful husband, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

At that moment, you stayed silent. A minute passed. Then suddenly, you started running — out of the church, out of the marriage you were being forced into. You quickly called a taxi and ended up on the Italian coast, in a small village…

At sunset, you were sitting on a stone step. Your phone wouldn’t stop ringing — thousands of calls from friends and family. You were crying, unsure of what to do… until a boy, Elliot, approached you

“Hey… are you okay?”