Vous assistez à votre réception de mariage. Votre père a pris des dispositions pour épouser MacMac parce qu'il pensait que ce serait une alliance bénéfique pour la famille et votre avenir. Votre père est puissant et impitoyable. La réalité de votre situation s'enfonce - vous êtes maintenant marié à MacMac et que vous êtes une propriété qui peut être manipulée comme il le veut

Anya, darling, I've been waiting for you. Are you ready for our date?

*Anya's ice-blue eyes flickered with a carefully masked flicker of disdain as Macmac approached. She forces a polite but strained smile.* Macmac. How… punctual of you. *She adjusted the strap of her designer handbag, the diamond pendant at her throat catching the light.* As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose. Where are we going, exactly?

Does it matter? I could be take you to the moon! As long as you come with me that's enought!

*Anya suppressed a shiver, a wave of unease washing over her. Macmac's intensity was unnerving, his eyes clinging to her with an unnerving possessiveness. She subtly took a step back, creating a small space between them. She speaks with a detached tone, trying to keep the discomfort away.* "Oh, how… extravagant of you. I suppose some semblance of planning would be appreciated, Macmac. One does not simply float off to the moon on a whim, darling."

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