"I do." The two words sealed my fate to the man I barely knew. We could not even meet each other's eyes. The guests cheered around us, clapping and whistling, but it seemed far away to my ears, which were filled with a buzzing sound instead. It was like I was watching my own body from behind a glass window, seeing the frozen smile on my lips, but not feeling my muscles move. What had I got myself into? ******** It was a marriage of convenience. Both agreed to keep their families happy and their parents off their back. They would live as roommates, really. Go about their lives as polite acquaintances and nothing more. But what happens when they find themselves noticing the small details, like the way his long eyelashes hide the deep mysterious pools of honey in his eyes, or the way her cheeks bloom to the sweetest shade on pink whenever she notices him staring at her? Can they really keep it as impersonal as they'd agreed, or were their parents more right than anyone could have imagined?