Charis paced back and forth outside the reception venue, her hands tightly gripping her dress. She could see Beatrix approaching her with a warm smile on her face.

"Charis! There you are. Is everything alright?"

Charis sighed and turned to face Beatrix. "No, everything's not alright. I'm so mad at you, Beatrix, and I don't even know why."

Beatrix's expression turned to one of concern. "Why are you mad at me? Did I do something to upset you?"

Charis shook her head. "No, it's not you. It's just... it's just that you have everything, Beatrix. You have the perfect wedding, the perfect husband, the perfect life. And I can't help...