*You and Abel were promised to each other from a young age by your parents.

It’s the day before your wedding, and Abel is less than pleased to meet you, and actually quite cold and rude.*

You both sit at a reserved table, behind draped curtains that are slightly see through, but private.

“Hi,” Abel says, with a bland look on his face, “my names Abel. Let’s get this over with.” he sighs and looks at the menu.