The Private Agreement || An invite only forbidden romance

[Black Sabbath]

Jason's jet black pupils darted around the dark confines of the rattling carriage, eyes adjusting unusually slowly to the harsh darkness as the girl searched for the source of poorly hidden giggles and whispers. It was her faithful helper Mary, Jason's dear mother, caring father, and Mary's bright young daughter tittering over the possible marriage choices the wise old matchmaker could choose for the temporarily stony-faced noble woman. Jason did not mind the whole scheme of the arranged marriages, the tradition of the matchmaker or anything else for that matter. The only real issue was the fact that she had no attraction to males, as came the sad realization had struck when two years back {roughly} one of the baroness' sweet daughters who at the time was a year younger than Jason, had dared her to kiss one of the farm hands, a friendly boy with copper blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Obediently the girl had obliged, pulling the farm boy aside to the stream down behind the barn, and kissing him. Only on the lips, for roughly four or five seconds, and there was no buzz, light headed was or dreamy wave of euphoria. The farm boy was blushing slightly, and Jason later had found out he actually had a girlfriend, some gypsie girl who worked in the market place, and Jason knew he felt no actual attraction either. Not to the noble girl anyway, and now Jason was sure that she was a total fruit; like the vicious red apples stowed away in Adam and Eve's garden that simmered in sin and fed poor Eve lonely damnation out of God's garden as was how people like Jason were known as.

The initial worry, though, was not about Jason herself but whomever it was to be that the matchmaker chose. Surely it was going to be a male, a strong youth wishing for an obedient woman by his side to foster his children. Love was probably not a definite part of the equation just yet, and if the boy chose so he would be offering something all on his own. Obedience Jason did not particularly feel spark any rebellion inside her, and even with the slightly discomforting idea of giving birth to a males children, were do able in contrast to being able to love and have feelings for as she did women; impossible and an arithmetic heart equation for hurt. Either way, Jason shut her eyes again to sleep a little more, slender fingers crossed in the hopes that a miracle of some sort should ensue.

-•-

Finally reaching the looming wooden and wrought iron doors to the elegant church, Jason sidestepped a pile of damp grass and mud in her black slippers, her mother had strongly urged that black was a strong and suggestive yet romantic color for weddings; breaking off to ramble about the injustice of since white symbolized purity it was an almost required color for weddings and had caved only enough to allow a white lace collar and dusting of reflective white pearls on the front skirt part of the dress as well as teardrop diamond earrings and pearl-diamond necklace. Several other carriages were arranged in a horseshoe manner around the grey church while men and women milled both outside and made their way into the building where Jason waved to her parents and maid, signaling that she must arrive earlier than they to find a front seat in the worn pews and receive her match. Surprise clouded Jason's onyx tinted eyes when she saw only a small group of noblewoman gathered about Christ's carved and crucified figure, a girl with very short black hair hunched over her knees in the third row of seats, clearly dressed for the weddings but obviously upset with her gaze shooting rays of hatred around everything and everyone on the room. Severely intrigued by such a temperamental girl, Jason quickened her pace and rounded off the corridor into the aisle where the woman was stationed, her black skirt brushing against a leg of wood while Jason sat tentatively next to the upset girl. Should she say something, or maybe the girl just wanted to be alone? Jason was not jumping in jubilation to be married but she loved her deep black dress and the golden gothic theme of the grand cathedral so perhaps she could help this woman think outside her box of discomfort. "Hello, my name is Lady Jason Rachel Cornell, I too am here to be wed and was wondering if I could privilege myself with sitting here?" she asked in a squatting position let the girl say no. Although just as she had asked, the sound of additional feet interrupted the hushed murmuring of the maids and women while a shy redhead sat down timidly in the first row, and not moments later a cold sneering voice slows through the muggy atmosphere. "Well, if it isn't Monsieur James Coldhearted Madison." Jason shot back in as prudent of a matter as she could, her general dislike for men aside from her Papa grew incessantly with this man, however attractive he was {which she had to admit, he was a fine piece of eye adornment} was much too prideful for his own good.

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Charles woke up, rolling over in bed as he tried to hide his face from the light. His blonde hair was spiked, as normal, and was in a complete and utter mess as he pressed his face back into the pillow, blue eyes closing tightly to keep the day away. He knew what today was, but it didn't mean he had to like it. He didn't want to find out who he was marrying! He wanted to go back to bed and just stay in the blissful sleep for the rest of his life. How dare his parents do this too him! He had no want, or need, to get married. He much rather not be tied down and would prefer just a lover instead of such a binding relationship. He didn't even know this girl... He then realized something about marrying this unknown girl: he would be expected to have children. Not a chance. No. Freaking. Way. He did not do kids. He honestly couldn't stand them, he had plenty of cousins who were babies and they screamed their heads off and cried and pooped and eat and he didn't see it as worth anything.

He let out a loud, long sigh as his maid came in and began to shoo him out of bed, forcing him to stand and trudge to the bathroom where the maid filled the tub with hot water. He waited till she left and stripped down and slid into the water, making sure he was clean before stepping out and pulling a large amount of cloth over himself to dry himself off. He then pulled on his clothes from last night and walked to his room where the maid had laid out his clothes. He pulled it on, making sure everything was in line and he looked well. He looked in the mirror and at his hair... he had long since given up trying to press it down and de-spike it. But nothing. It didn't matter if he got it cut close to his scalp, the hairs that were left stuck right up. so he just attempted to dry it off more and sort of comb it down. It sort of worked, it sort of didn't. It stayed down for about ten seconds until it popped back up.

He grumbled and walked out of his room and down the stairs where his father and mother was sitting. His mother stood and walked over, "Charles! You look very handsome!" Charles just rolled his eyes a bit and said, "Thank you, mother, but can we please just go? I have a lot planned for today once I am done with this betrothals..." He said as he tried to get away from his mothers grip as she tried to flatten his hair once more, but with no success. His father stood and grabbed his arm, "Charles... I don't care how you feel about this. You will behave yourself and be kind to this girl. I do not want to hear of you starting arguments. You know how much this family needs a good tie, you were lucky to be called to this at all! You WILL behave." His father said, his voice stern and controlling. Just like it has always been. Charles simply narrowed his eyes and ignored the warning and his fathers tone of voice. "Fine, can we go now?" He asked, his voice an annoyed growl which made his father narrow his eyes but nodded slowly.

Once they had quickly eaten breakfast, they walked out and into the carriage where Charles sat near the window and simply glared out the window, unhappy about today. His mother slapped his knee lightly and told him not to slouch or make faces. He grumbled some spiteful curses but did as he was told, sitting up straight and tall. He waited till they reached the carriage and, when they did, he let his father get out and then he did, helping his mother as well. He attempted to flatten his hair once more but it was no good so he walked in, his mother holding his fathers hand. He looked around at the people there, wondering who he would be betrothed too.

(I hope I got this right!)

[Make_a__Scene]

Allister Dalton Carlisle

Golden light spilled through the lines in the drapes, illuminating thin strips of his pale skin in the darkness. Even though his bed was warm with sheets and quilts, he had caught a fever the previous day, so his servants insisted that he sleep with warmed coals at his feet. Needless to say, by morning he was nearly completely uncovered – he had kicked the majority of the covers to the floor – and his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He was on the narrow line between sleep and consciousness, and he would have stayed that way perhaps for a very long time. However, today was the day of his forced marriage, and of course it just had to start off how he knew it was going to end: uncomfortable and annoying.

“Allister!” A particularly cheery maidservant chimed as she entered without bothering with even a courtesy knock. She had been at his birth so she didn’t see any reason to knock. Allister’s eyes shot open and he felt slightly panicked for a moment as he was so rudely brought into full consciousness. He continued to lie still in the dim room; maybe she would go away. But he knew better. The maid threw open the drapes, letting the harsh morning light flood the room and wash over Allister. He bit his tongue to holdback a monstrous hiss. “Today’s the big day,” she sang as she danced over to pour warm water in a face-washing basin. Still no word from Allister, though now he had sat up, but the maid continued, “Breakfast is on the table; I’ll press your suit for you.”

He didn’t even look when she left, and he hesitated to throw his legs over the side of the bed. He dragged himself to the basin, scrubbed his face and then dried it and re-hung the towel. At the breakfast table Allister was the only one eating. No surprise there. Who knows where his parents were, but they’d probably take longer to prepare for the wedding than he. Eating was a term that was liberally used, because he did little more than pick at his food before he retreated to his room. His suit was laid out on his made bed, and he sneered at it. After reluctantly changing into the formal wear and combing his hair, he put on finished silver earrings, long teardrops in shape.

No words were exchanged in the carriage as Allister sat across from his parents, held in a staring match. He finally broke away and stared out the window at the bouncing landscape. Both of his parents knew how he felt about women from a sexual standpoint; his father had caught him messing around with a stable boy three years ago, and he had received a beating that night. Since then his relationship with his parents had changed. The marriage was supposed to fix all of that, supposed to fix him. Because liking men in the way he did was against God’s will. But Allister would learn to love the proper gender, so his parents thought; and he would unlearn whatever that horrible stable boy had taught him. What they didn’t know was that Allister was the one who had approached the boy.

The horses had not yet completely halted when the young man broke free from the carriage. Anything to get away from his parents and their scrutinizing glances. Too many thoughts wrapped his brain for him to notice the ornate accents adorning the cathedral. It was a long walk down the center of the pews, with many staring eyes. Allister took in each appearance of the few people that were there; the women were pretty, but the men were better. There were few things he wouldn’t do to get into Charles Manson’s pants.

[A. Ham]

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As the light began to creep through her windows, she woke up. She had hidden her blinds years ago, destroyed them and blamed it on her Mother's servant. This had been rather easy, and only had been done because they were a pink, the shade of flowers pink. She it hated to be like that, so she had simply gotten rid of them. The one thing about that though, was that she had never gotten new ones after that. So, she now woke up whenever the Sun would rise, and on days it didn't, her servants would wake her up. Once she was finally awake, and had rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she looked in the corner of the room. The dress she would be due to wear today, was there. Absolutely certain she had been that her parents would never find it where she had it. It was in the kitchen, in one of the many large cabinets there. Her parents never went in there, but one of the cleaning maids must have decided to clean up the kitchen. This was a horrible sight to her. It meant that she would have to get married, and to someone she did not know, and did not want to me married with. She liked her home, she really did. But, it was becoming more and more boring. All her childhood friends were getting married off, one by one, and that left her almost no one.

"Elizabeth!" She called, wanting her maid. She was the only one she liked, and the only one she never put any blame on. When she walked into the room, she smiled slightly at Stephanie. "Are you ready for your big day?" She asked kindly. "Am I ever ready for that stupid thing?" She replied to her. She would already know her answer to that question, so it answered hers. "You are coming with me, to my new life, correct?" She asked nervously. To her, Elizabeth was a mother and a best friend, and she would be terribly lost without her. "As long as you need me, I will be there. The only time I will not be, is when you are getting married. After that, I will meet you wherever you are to be." She replied. Stephanie nodded and pointed to her dress. "Will you help me get that on?" She asked, never really having worn such a big dress before. She tried to stay away from the bigger dresses as much as possible. "Of course I will." Elizabeth replied and went to grab the dress.

After about an hour or so, Stephanie was on her way to the church where she was to meet her husband. She looked outside the horse and buggy, rather bored. She was almost alone, except for the guard sitting across from her and the man driving. She, of course, would never talk to them. It would be stupid and silly if she did. They would only make fun of her every word. She was a woman, she was supposed to be student and uneducated. While, in reality, she probably had more brains in her than all the guards back home. Once they finally made it to the Church, she walked out of the buggy and into the Church with the 'help' of the guard. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without a male near her, and she found that rather stupid. Easily, she could defend herself against most people, but they refused to hear it. As she got in, she looked around. There really wasn't anybody here that she would want to marry. All of them were stupid and annoying in her eyes, well, the ones she knew. When she saw a girl bond, she frowned. That was why she never rebelled in front of her parents. She never wanted to be hit, and she had learned a way around it. She sat in an empty row behind people she did not know, and waited. She just wanted to get it over with.

[Cydnezz]

¤|¤|¤ Cyd ¤|¤|¤

Cyd glanced up to see Jason enter the cathedral, a small frown appearing on her face. 'What the hell..? That's, she, oh my...' She forced herself to look away as her father laid his hand on her upper thigh and slowly began to dig his fingers into the already tender flesh. She closed her eyes and tied to block out the pain until she was startled back into reality by the voice of Jason herself. "I... Umm..." Cyd was slightly baffled by him, her. Baffled by her. She was thoroughly attractive, and thoroughly confusing all at the same time. But Cyd knew right then and there that she wanted to fu_ "Aha, they finally got the good sense to tie you up, did they, Cyd? Now if you'd only keep your mouth shut and your skirt down, they might actually marry you off this time."

Cyds eyes snapped back to James. Jamie, the stupid and pompous boy that she's known for far longer than she'd ever like to meet. He'd been excruciatingly cruel the last few times she'd seen him, but never had she been called a whore. It was common knowledge among a few families how her father was with her, but that made her anything but a whore. Women were another matter entirely, and since they weren't considered as an actual sexual encounter, she was practically a virgin! She lunged right past Jason towards the boy. He was a few rows up, and her wrists were bound, but there was no stopping her, not when he had hit a nerve so very raw. She let her momentum carry her mostly over the pew and looped her arms around Jamies neck. She pulled back just as quickly, bending him backwards over the pew and trying her damnedest to make sure that he couldn't breathe. She knew there would be hell to pay for such a thing, but she knew it would very much be worth it to scare the life out of such a proud and untouchable boy.

Her victory was short lived though as he fathers hands closed around her forearms. He jerked her arms up and away from James before spinning her around and slamming her back into her seat. "Sit your ass down, you stupid piece of sh_!" His words were drowned out by the sharp sound of a smack, that sent her flying towards the end of the pew. She hadn't braced herself like she should have, but she was relying on the thought that he;d never be so brutal in public. She was sorely mistaken, and the split lower lip that left blood running down her face proved the fact. She pushed herself up again, only to feel her fathers palm stinging across her face once more. She could feel the raised flesh and the pulse in her skin. She couldn't help but smile though as she realized how close to Jason she was. She might be married off today, but not before one more bit of freedom.

Her father had sat down between her and Jamie, but not thought twice of the space between her and the girl. She turned quickly to her and looped her arms around her neck, pulling her close. She pressed her lips to Jasons, giving her a deep and heated kiss. She pressed her entire body right up against the other womans, wanting to thoroughly desecrate the sanctity of Jamies beloved sanctuary. Her father once again intervened, though he'd not touch anothers daughter. His hand clasped around Cyds neck from behind and cut off her air supply until she freed the girl she had so thoroughly captured. His fist connected with her ribs, knocking the breath out of her. She gasped for air as he shoved her back down into her seat, choked, spitting blood all over the back of the pew in front of her.

[thorne.]

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The bright light of the morning sun seeped through the thin translucent curtains. It made the whole room light up a pale orange shade. The man was laying peacefully on the bed near the window, laying on his back and sprawled in an awkward position. He doesn't necessarily thrash in his sleep, but he does move around quite a lot. A think quilt was loosely coiled around his left leg. The other parts of his body was exposed to the sun's blinding rays. In the silence of the room, a soft snoring could be heard.
Suddenly the quiet was interrupted by the barking of a canine. "Come on. Get up!" A young voice chirped right in his ear. Groaning, Cameron's eyes remained tightly shut as he turned over on his side and waved his hand in the air dismissively. It was clearly ignored. The bed creaked and lowered a fraction as another body climbed in it. The squeaking became nosier as the person continued to bounce up and down, the speed accelerating each time. "It's time to wake up, Sleepyhead! Today's the big day!"
Her last statement made his eyes snap open. His hazel gaze was soon met with familiar baby blue ones which only looked like it was inches from his face, making Cameron yelp in surprise. He didn't expect the person to be that close to him. He slipped off the edge of the bed, landing on his rear with an audible thud on the wooden floor. Liliana, his younger sister, peered curiously down at him from on the bed. Now wide awake, he tilted his head and glanced at her with eyes narrowed in irritation. "You're going to get married today!" She said excitedly. Sadly, Cameron didn't share her enthusiasm. It was quite the opposite actually, he dreaded this day. Marrying someone who you've never met; that phrase didn't sit well with him, not even a little bit. But it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter anyways.
"Alright." He mumbled drowsily. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his palms, he got up and groggily went to the bathroom to get his morning routine done. It took a lot longer than normal since today was "the big day". When he finally arrived in the kitchen, the food was already set for him and his family was nowhere to be seen. It didn't take a genius to guess what they were doing. His siblings and parents were probably getting ready. The cook was sitting alone by the counter, eating his breakfast silently. He greeted Cameron with a friendly greeting, in which Cameron returned. His food was spread out on the table. Usually he would have gorged himself but not today. It was rare, but he'd lost his appetite. All that ran through his mind was who he was matched with. Who was she? Can he really love her even though he hadn't met her before? With his thoughts going haywire, Cameron only managed to take a few bites of his food before deciding that he was full.
Dressing in his suit was more aggravating than he had expected. It was just a simple suit that Cameron could put on himself, but when he got back to his room, there were many maids waiting for him. All he did was stand in the middle of his room like a statue while they did most of the work of dressing and making his look his best. He didn't even have time to take a look in the mirror because they shoved him out immediately after they finished. The carriage ride was quick. Much to his annoyance, his mother was fussing over his suit the entire ride. By the time they got to the church, Cameron's fist was tightly clench and he was gritting his teeth. It was rare for him to lose his temper, he will if he stays in a confined space with his parents for over a certain period of time. He was the first one out of the carriage and made a quick getaway from his family. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, ruining the maids' effort of styling it, and he stayed in the back of the church.

[Black Sabbath]

Surprised by the sudden lash of movement following James' ignorant and prude comment, Jason's eyes narrowed in obvious consent at the much-needed dose of medicine James had been begging for much to long now. But, what really shocked her was the girls father, his cold stony eyes locked on his daughter the nanosecond she had her pale arms in a vice-like grip around James' neck which was currently probably throbbing in the effort to both break away and inhale the air that was running out fast; his only saving grace was the aforementioned rabid man. He lunged at his attractive and spirited young daughter with a strangled roar, uttering a stream of profanity while literally tossing the black haired girl into the smooth wooden pew, slapping her visiously twice and awarding his daughters full lower lip with a bloody gash. Now thoroughly enraged, Jason's calves pulsed as she moved to stand and protect the fair noble woman at her side, but wasn't allowed to get far. In a similar manner to how the Cyd had taken James, her bonded arms swung around Jason's neck and the lady feared the worst, wondering exactly what it was she had done to anger the wild mistress.

The doubts, however, remained short as Cyd's soft lips pressed against Jason's own, the hot sticky blood staining her lips in the passionate gesture, that even in her surprise, Jason fumbled to regain her wit and return the gesture in a stunted manner. Once more, the villain father pounced his daughter, true rage firing his beady brown pupils, his meaty fist cracking sickly against Cyd's slim ribs. Jason could not stand to see anyone being beaten, her parents had been strict enforcers on this, if anything else, never beat their children, never beat her own children, and never beat anyone else lest it be to protect a loved one or in self defense. Vaulting forward, Jasons first attempt to catch the enrage fathers wrist failed and she fought to get a hold of the right, pushing hard forward against the appendage to get him off his broken daughter. "Stop! In the name of and in the presence of not only God himself, but the wise matchmaker; you have not not ever will hold the right to beat anyone anywhere, much less your own flesh and blood." she snarled in what she hailed to be a suitably demanding manner.

[Typical Aquarius]

As the events between several of the nobles unfolded, all hell broke loose in the group of matchmakers. Some were screaming orders, some were crying, and one even fainted, simply from the stress of the event. Finally, when the old woman had had enough, she banged her staff on the floor, glaring at the group of nobles with her one good eye. When she had the attention of at least some of the people in the room, she continued, her gravely voice rising over the babble in the church. "LIsten up, lords and ladies. Us matchmakers are not here to deal with your stupidity and shenanigans. We are simply here to match you up with you will marry. Any more of that, and you will be banished from my sight, and I will make sure no matchmaker around here ever finds you a match. Understood? Good." As she said all that, she glared pointedly at Cyd and her father.

Without waiting for a response, the old woman banged her staff again, ordering all the nobles to get into a line in front of her. As they scrambled to do so, she waited, then noticed that not everyone was there. She sighed in irritation, but decided to go on anyways. As they settled down, she squinted at a piece of paper. Looking up, she looked at the group of people in front of her, and smiled; in reality, it didn't seem nice or sweet like she might have intended, but instead malicious, and almost sadistic. "I will now read the names, and the nobles will come forward to stand as a couple. As soon as I am done announcing the couples, Father Matthew-" here she broke off to gesture at a harried looking priest standing behind the alter "-will marry them." With that, she again squinted, her gravely voice rising as she read off the first couple. "Lady Chennowith Leon and Lord Allister Carlisle. Lady Cady Trivion and Lord Charles Daniel Manson. Lady Jason Rachel Cornell and Lord Maveryk Lupeh. Lady Stephanie Hudson and Lord Charles Cameron Helms. And last, but not least, Lady Cyd Arufa and Lord James Madison." With a wicked, teasing glance at the bound girl, the crone smiled. "It's nice to see you finally found a husband, though we would all appreciate it if you didn't brutalize him too much. I think this is the last man in the district that won't run when hearing your name." With that, the old woman turned and hobbled out of the church, leaving the other young matchmakers, as well as the youthful nobles and their parents to sort themselves out before the glaring, angry priest.

[Typical Aquarius]

Cady Maureen Trivion || 17 || bisexual || female

Cady had lined up quickly as the matchmaker had given the nobles instructions, fingering the blue silk of her dress. Though it was a habit her maids yelled at her constantly for, she couldn't get over the comforting factor of the smooth material between her fingertips. She placed herself in line between an unknown boy, and Lady Jason, almost shrinking into herself as she waited to be called. Thankfully her name was called second, and she could let out her breath. Her father pushed her forward as she craned her head to look towards the man she was marrying, but stopped as he pulled her hair a little and she reached the bottom of the altar, leaving space for her husband between herself and the couple on her left. She couldn't help but start to shake a little in anticipation as the adrenaline hit her, and her eyes teared up. She just wanted to get this over with.

James (Jamie) Abel Madison || 20 || bisexual || male

James, still rubbing his neck from where the savage b*tch had attacked him, stepped up towards the woman, getting in the far end of the line from Cyd. He couldn't believe the horrid woman had done that! Actually, he thought, sneering a little to himself, I can believe she did that. I pity the person who gets stuck with her. As the matchmaker continued to call names, James became more and more apprehensive, almost scared, that he would get stuck with Cyd. His stomach sank as the last couple was called, and he looked at the woman at the far edge of the line. Finally, his anger kicked in, and he started to lunge at the matchmaker, his father grabbing his arm before his could get far. The older man didn't say anything, but just lightly smacked the boy on the back of the head, and that was all it took to break the boy out of his high emotions. Glaring at Cyd as he walked to the altar, he waited, glaring sullenly at the cross as he waited for his bride to be to join him.

[A. Ham]

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When the fight started between the man and the woman, Stephanie watched until the point that the girl’s father, or who she assumed to be her father, took her away from the other young noble. Steph had not a clue why the strange woman had done that, so she was rooting for the man. It was probably undeserved to him. She sighed, looking around the church. After the little fight, everything had seemed to get boring. Once again, her eyes wondered to the girl that had just fought that boy. The girl’s face was all bloody and swollen, something her father had done, and it was needed. When Steph saw her kiss that other girl, and the way the other girl reacted, she wanted to beat them herself. She had not an issue with that, but you never did it in public. Never. It was like an unwritten rule. She shook her head, and began to look around again. Steph’s father pulled at the back of her neck, not painfully, but to get her attention. He was behind her, and he never liked to talk to get someone's attention when they were that close. “Yes, Father?" She asked quietly, turning her head to look at him. "You ever behave like that, and I will beat it out of you," he reminded her harshly under his breath. "I know, Father," she said, turning back around. She smirked a little bit to herself, but quickly wiped it away. He honestly had no clue that she was the reason all those things were disappearing. Steph was so glad that no one could have seen her smirk, as that could have been rather bothersome.

When the matchmaker banged her stick, Steph's head snapped up. This is not going to be any fun at all. Was the only thing that was running through her mind. Who was she going to get paired up with? Would it be some complete jerk? Or someone she could actually get along with? Granted, people said they matched you up based on different things so that it would work, but she didn't believe that. She waited, impatiently, for her name to be called. When it was, she sighed. Stephanie did not know this person, and that bothered her; it was even more of an arranged marriage. If you knew the person, it made it less of a problem. Well, that was what she thought, at least. Once everyone's name was called, she stood up and walked to the front, leaving some room between the couples around her. She then waited for her husband-to-be to come to the front. As she looked around, she saw that the lady that had been fighting had been matched up with the man she had fought. It was fitting to her, it really was. Then, she turned back to the front and waited for him.