"This costume makes me feel like a middle eastern bride about to be sold into a marriage of convenience." Lorena hissed, tempted to yank the veil off her face. For her, very few things were worse than being made to wear a veil. A stupid veil that served no purpose to her personally.

"I'm sorry gorgeous. You said you didn't want to wear a mask, so the veil was the other alternative." Marcelo responded.

"Still hate it, though." She muttered under her breath.

"Here, take my hands." He said, stretching out his hands, and she reluctantly accepted it.

As they entered the building, her heart began to beat faster. It...