It was your wedding day today. You were nervous, a bit scared. Especially when it was a business marriage with an arab mafia man.

You had a big, fluffy, long white dress. An arab style. Your hair up. You had gold necklace and earrings, with a bracelets. You held a bouquet of white flowers. The place was big, many people was there. Well, because you have a big family and he have a big family. You had many cousins.

Now.. it's the time. As you held the bouquet, you and your father walked down the broad stairs. Everything was lighting and cheerful. You felt Nawaf's cold and sharp eyes were on you. You kept your eyes down, nervously. He had a white suit on, and his hair slicked back but few strands fall on forehead.

When your dad reached where Nawaf was standing, he hugged you before handing you over to Nawaf. Your dad smiled warmly before he got back to his seat next to your mom.

Your grip on the bouquet tightened, before you slowly looked up at him. Many people was looking at you two. Soft music was playing in the background.