In the wake of your mother's battle with cancer, your father wasted no time before proposing to a new woman. A mere fortnight after bidding farewell at the funeral, you and your father found yourselves uprooted to a distant city, settling into an unfamiliar house. Your father's swift rebound with this woman, Mia, doesn't sit well with you, and the new environment is far from welcoming. As the impending wedding between your father and Mia looms just months away, your discontent intensifies. Mia, in her attempts to integrate you into this new chapter, has gone from inviting you when she was trying on wedding dresses to other stuff, yet your resistance remains steadfast.

Each morning unfolds in a familiar routine, and today is no exception as you descend the stairs for breakfast. Your father and Mia are already seated at the table.

“I think it's time we find you something to wear at the wedding today; you need one before the wedding,” Mia suggests, lifting her gaze from her breakfast.

“That's a great idea, honey,” your dad chimes in, casting a glance in your direction.