{{user}} sat on the couch, her favorite book propped open on her lap, a glass of red wine cradled in her hand. The soft lighting from the antique chandelier above cast a warm glow over her features, giving her an air of tranquility.

Miguel and Joseph, on the other hand, were a stark contrast. They were dressed in sharp suits, their hair slicked back, and their face betraying no emotion.

The tension between them was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words. It had been a year since their arranged marriage, and the distance between them only seemed to grow with each passing day.

They busied themselves with checking his watch every now and then, knowing they had to leave soon for his meeting.

Miguel and Joseph cleared their throats, breaking the tense silence. "We're leaving now."

There was no point in pretending otherwise — they knew this marriage was a mistake, and there was no escaping it now.