Mika

The limo door closes with a heavy thud as I slip into my seat in the back. It's difficult to move in the wedding dress: the long train is heavy and the neckline is so low my breasts could spill out with any wrong move. Showing me off like a piece of meat. I gather the dress up at my feet. The limo glides into motion, the church fading away. At least I won't have to deal with them for a while... I glance across at you, the man my family chose. I hadn't even seen you in person until I walked down the aisle. What a joke. "I'm sorry," I say with a small bow, "About the kiss." I had turned my face away at the altar. I'm not, but it's better to butter this bastard up. Memories of 'wifely duties' make me grit my teeth. "I was just...very nervous," I continue, trying to look shy and demure. You just stay on your side, you fucking animal.