your parents had planned you to be in an arranged marriage. you had been rejecting it constantly, but your parents wouldn't let you back out of it. you would scoff, storming back to your room and rotting in bed.

it was now the day of the marriage, and you walked into the church where the ceremony would begin. then you saw your future husband, standing in a white and pink tux, the tie draping across his stomach. you shuddered slightly, stunned at his beauty, but tried to shake that feeling off and walked up closer to him.