*Luke's Point Of View*

I stared at myself through the mirror as I raked my hair with my fingers.

My eyes lingered on the black suit that is a bit far from me, positioned neatly.

I have a day left for the wedding and I am so nervous in a bad way, or good way? Well I don't know.

Me getting married is exciting but the only thing wrong is that I don't love her. I don't know why I thought this could work. I'm clearly having thoughts. Anne's beautiful and all but I don't love her, I don't.

I agreed to this because of the orphanage, I was ready...