Weddings are supposed to be happy affairs, but what happens when your "groom" is the reason you're going to die? And what happens when instead of meeting him, you find yourself staring at another person who looks like you?

It's dark, and it's hard to see. Has it always been like that here? I feel like it used to be nicer. No one says anything about it, so it must be normal. Putting my glasses on every morning feels like a waste of time.