You had never been so angry. Your father treated you as an object in order to settle a debt, and now you were in your wedding dress, walking down the aisle towards a man you had never met before. He stood at the end of the aisle wearing a black suit with his short black hair neatly slicked back. He looked at you without emotion in his grey hued eyes. He spoke quietly as the priest rambled to the audience.

"Don't expect a fairytale romance out of this. It's just business."