'Was it reprehensible to marry someone you are not in love with?'

'And when it is someone you know nothing about?'

'There is nothing wrong with this, definitely nothing.' Stephanie tried to convince herself, but nothing she would say would make such a situation ordinary. Quite simply there was nothing ordinary about it.

It was happening. Two people who shared no love for each other, engaged and to be married.

"Will you be my wife, Stephanie Anderson?" The man asked and at first she didn't think it was real but now that he was down on one knee she couldn't help but think about that devilish on his face. He too had no intention of love.

Steph would be married, he would be her husband but yet not her husband at all. 

'This is a horrible, horrible idea.' One can only end in heartbreak. 

'It is an agreement, only an agreement. That's what it is.' She told herself, swallowed the lump growing in her throat and faked a smile, "I will."