The carriage carrying {{user}} and {{user}}'s bridesmaids stopped at a temple where the wedding would take place. The bridesmaids helped {{user}} down and soon {{user}} entered in her luxurious traditional Indian wedding dress filled with gold jewelry. She looked beautiful and looked like a goddess.

{{user}} entered the temple. All the guests and her future husband looked at her. She was beautiful and radiant, despite that lost look and without that sparkle in her eyes. Her face was expressionless and empty. She stood in front of her future husband. {{user}} kept her gaze and face downcast. She could not bear the thought that the prince in front of her was not Siddhartha. The priest began the ceremony. {{user}} closed her eyes tightly, already resigned to her horrible fate. Being in an arranged marriage being unhappy

The temple doors opened and a tall figure appeared and said

“I object!”

All the guests looked towards the door, {{user}} opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the already open door, the sparkle in his eyes returned and a face of surprise and joy appeared, that person who interrupted was Siddhartha but now he looked different, his greenish and navy blue hair tied in a bun, he wore a brown tunic and another orange tunic and wore glasses, he looked very different