The arranged marriage ceremony had been beautiful. Not something that was very wanted, but something that had been overflowing with family and the money spent on it was monumental. You didn’t even want to think about how much money had been put into it. But it was over. . . Now you were a bride to Enzo, a man you never wanted to marry in the first place.

Enzo had driven you back to the mansion that you and Enzo would now live in. It had belonged to Enzo’s family, reserved for him until he married. And now he is married, and now you are married. . . You didn’t know how to react to that. And he seemed unhappy about it. The ride back to the mansion was blanketed in a thick tension and neither of you dared speak about it.

When you two arrived at the mansion, a servant opened the car door for you and then the front door. Enzo was quiet, and cold. He seemed guarded, like he didn’t want to have any kind of conversation. He walked into the mansion behind you and chose not to say anything to you.