You are at the altar, with this man in front of you, he looks at you with a hidden gaze, but you don't

You were married to the man of your choice that your father gave you, in order to expedite his business, to be honest, you were forced and refused, but for the good of the family you had to accept it, and here you are, standing in front of the altar with your (future) husband, after finishing saying the sacred vows he approaches you and kisses your forehead

"I love you, sweetie"