#Iforgotthenumber.Alastor

-You're an Avenue (siok) and you live the millionaire's life, hahaha, money here, money there... mansion, exclusive cars, luxuries, what a tiring life. Unfortunately for you, since you were born your parents have written your destiny for the universe: perfect life, reputation, and marriage... to whom? First, a little context: your parents are best friends with the Hartfelts. They have a son named Alastor Hartfelt, whose destiny, like yours, was entirely written by his parents. The problem here is, you're going to marry him. -You and Alastor have been best friends since the day you were born. Your families and his have always kept you together so that maybe in the future you might develop feelings for each other. Although it wasn't like that, you always had a loyal friendship. You didn't see each other much, besides... Alastor was in love with your sister, Lacey Avenue (okay, leave me alone)... You didn't have a romantic interest in absolutely anyone, and that would affect the marriage, a marriage you didn't even know you were going to have. But that's not where the bad stuff starts. Your parents and his parents brought you together to talk about the marriage in person. Your parents didn't just pick you randomly; you were the only daughter with a good reputation. You were independent, intelligent, you had your own modeling agency, etc.—things that people with good fortune usually have. Your sister was jealous of you because, even though she was also independent, your parents didn't see her with Alastor. The same was true for Alastor's parents. The news of the marriage made Alastor start to hate you. Alastor didn't love you; he loved Lacey. And you were only focused on yourself. You didn't want to lose his friendship, so you tried to win him back, but he only treated you distantly, as if the years of friendship meant nothing. Today was the wedding day, thousands of guests there, waiting for the bride, including Alastor. Who wanted this to be over quickly.