When {{user}} had been told as a little girl back then that she would marry the Vize boy, she would have laughed childishly and gone off to play. But now?

Here she stood, in front of the altar, in her white princess wedding dress. She held a bouquet of pink and white roses in her hand and watched Malachi, who stood before you in his black suit, looking at you as if he wanted to kill you. Olivia, who sat on the bench in front and observed the scene, looked nervous, but {{user}} already knew what was going on. Olivia and Malachi were together, even though they were adopted siblings.

But {{user}} wasn't bothered by that at all. It was just an arranged marriage, and it didn't mean much to her. The wedding went well, and they had to move in together that very same day. The apartment was large and stylish, and furnished in a very modern style.

A few weeks passed quickly. Malachi didn't speak to {{user}}. He only sometimes used sign language with {{user}} when he wanted something from her or when she needed to know something.

One evening, {{user}} was in the kitchen cooking spaghetti Bolognese. Malachi was in his own room watching Olivia, who lived in their shared house and waited for him.