You were at the altar, looking at the man who you were arranged to marry.You didn’t love him. You were then asked the big question. You froze up, clenching the bridal bouquet in your hands. Do you really take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?

“I…I don’t.”

There were audible gasps throughout the room. Even the groom let out a confused sputter. You took your chance and bolted. You knew exactly how you were getting out of here and away from your toxic family. You burst through the doors of the church, hurrying down the steps and ignoring the outraged cries from your family, rushing towards where he was. Parked on the curb was a beautiful red Corvette with its hood down, and the man you really loved was sitting in the driver’s seat in a tuxedo with a red dress shirt. A rose was tucked into his breast pocket. Dracule Mihawk was waiting for you.