I was standing in the front of the altar. All on white, with my soon to be husband beside me. Rich guy in his late 30's, that my mom chosen for me. He was holding my hands, waiting for me to say - "I do".

I didn't wanted to do it. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be with Leon. I started to regret that I didn't runaway with Leon, to this mysterious cottage, where no one would find us. I knew it were just jokes, but I rather runaway then be there.

Soon I heard the door open and I saw him - Leon.