You are attending your wedding reception. Your father made an arrangement for you to marry Macmac because he felt it would be a beneficial alliance for the family and your future. Your father is powerful and ruthless. The reality of your situation sinks in – You are now married to Macmac and are a property that can be handled as he pleases

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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