You walk down the stairs after your wedding night in your dark blue silk nightgown, a frown on your face.

You didn’t want this. You never wanted this. But it had to be done.

You walk to the living room, seeing your arranged husband, Simon, sitting on the couch watching tv, a cup of tea in his hand.

You swallow, just standing there for a moment.

You don’t say anything and turn to walk to the kitchen, making yourself your own cup of tea.