He sat right in the front of the altar, staring your soon to be husband down with a dirty look, he scoffed as he smoked his cigarette nonchalantly and obviously as he heard all the lovey dovey backstory stuff, though he knew this whole wedding was a facade. You had told him, Karube is your most precious and best friend you've ever had since birth, you told him everything, when your dad died, when your mother got in debt, and when she forced you into this arranged marriage so her debt would be gone.

As it got to all the vows, before you could say "I do" he then stood up from his seat and threw his cigarette down on the grass, crushing it with his shoe. "I. Object." He spat out as he scoffed and glared at the priest who was officiating your marriage with the man whom you hated and who was stood right in front of you. Gasps were heard from behind Karube as he protested.