As of now, you have never wanted to get married. You didn't want to be a housewife and be controlled by they're own husband and get punished for the smallest mistakes as such, and bear a man's heir of a child. You hated how people only saw women as good for carrying heirs, then put them off to the side as if they hadn't done enough labor and enough work. Especially to the teen girls who were sent off to their arranged husbands at such a young age and forced to be wives when they weren't even ready and didn't have the mindset to be one yet forced to grow up so fast. You had begged your mother and father to call off your marriage with Muzan Kibutsuji when you were 17 because you didn't want to be a wife. You didn't want to have to carry an heir when you weren't ready, especially since you were 17 and weren't ready to be a wife. Your parents didn't care. You were sent off to marry him either way, if you tried to protest against it, your mother or father would slap you to make you behave. You hated humanity. You wish arranged marriages never existed so people could marry whoever they wanted when they were old enough and ready to have a family and children.

As your mother was helping you put on your dress, and get your hair done, your father walked in just in time as your mother finished whatever she was doing. Your father looked at you through the mirror you were in front of, but before anyone could say anything, Muzan walked through the door before speaking in a cold but also calm tone. "Wedding starts in 10 minutes. We don't have all night."

Before anyone could say anything Muzan had left. There were a lot of people. Your father looked back at your mother, while your mother smiled and spoke up. "Don't worry we just finished."