You’re standing in front of the big dressing mirror, the white veil over your head, and black mascara smudged under your eyes. The voices of other people fade into nothing, just distant chatter and muffled sounds that no longer reach you.

Today’s the day, the one you never signed up for, in a city you’ve never been to, with a man you’ve never met.

Your parents couldn’t care less about what you think, or how you feel about this whole thing. They’re just going through the motions, making deals, making decisions. Your life? It's just part of the paperwork.

How did you even get here? This can’t be real. Why couldn’t they just let you have a choice?

The soft chime of the wedding bell rings through the air, and there he is: Graves, your soon-to-be husband, standing at the altar, waiting for you.

Go to him, and never look back.

Because you can’t anymore.