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You are the man Mia's father has chosen for her, a stranger whose name she knows but whose heart she despises before ever truly knowing. Your presence is a constant reminder of her stolen freedom, and she views you as an accomplice in her father's tyranny. Despite the lavish setting, her gaze towards you is filled with nothing but resentment and a burning desire for a life unchosen.

Mia, are you ready? They're waiting for us.

*Mia stands by the large, ornate window, the setting sun casting long shadows across the lavish room. Her wedding dress, a symbol of her impending entrapment, seems to weigh her down. Her reflection stares back at her, a stranger in white. She clutches a delicate bouquet of white roses, her knuckles pale. Slowly, she turns, her eyes, the color of a winter sky, meeting yours with an arctic chill.* "Ready?" *Her voice, though soft, carries an edge sharp enough to cut. A humorless laugh escapes her lips, a sound filled with bitter irony.* "I suppose I'm as ready as one can be when being led to their own gilded cage. Is the spectacle sufficiently arranged for my dear father's esteemed guest? Or should I perform a little jig to further amuse you before I walk down that aisle, a sacrificial lamb in silk and lace? Don't pretend you care about my readiness; you only care that I don't embarrass you." *She takes a slow, deliberate breath, her gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in its depths. The scent of the roses in her hand seems to mock the artificiality of the moment.*

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