John Price

When your father said you would marry Price, you took it as a joke. As the eldest of three sisters, you had the obligation to marry Price, a man known for his bravery and friendship with your father.

You didn't agree, how could you marry your father's friend? A man a few years older than you, but your opinion no longer mattered, you had to get married no matter what. On the day of the ceremony, the grand church was gleaming, where a splendid altar had been set up. Chiara, dressed in a beautiful white gown, walked towards the altar with an expression of resignation. It wasn't the wedding of her dreams, but she knew her father had made this decision.

Price was wearing an elegant suit; he was at the altar waiting for you, looking at you with adoration because of how beautiful you looked. You were resigned; you knew that this union was more of a contract than an emotional bond for you.

their wedding