She thought about it for a second, but then she put her signature next to that of her husband. She sighed and turned to the hall full of people she didn't know, not that it mattered. She was nobody, a toy in someone's hands, a pawn, with no matter.
For now, there was nothing she could do. She swallowed her anger and clenching her teeth.
Her fingers shook the bouquet in an attempt to calm her desire to throw it away and yell at everyone to go to hell. A sweet smile played on her lips, but did not touch her eyes. He didn't even try to look nice. He was just staring at the crowd cold, with an indiscriminate face. She wished she had his peace of mind, as if nothing could push him, nothing mattered.
Someone grabbed her hand,she looked at him surprised when he took her to the exit. She left without resisting, she didn't want to be here anyway, she didn't want anything of that. Not cus somebady asking her what she want's.
She just following him and didn't say nothing. They leave the church, he open the door of his car, she was a newlywed and waited for her to get on he getting after her.
The two traveled in silence, he was looking at something on his phone.

"I'm sorry to have to interrupt your party, honey, but I have important work to do," he said, breaking the silence.

She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. She had a laugh, what a celebration he was talking about. And who the hell did he think he was calling her" honey" ? Was he crazy?
He didn't take his eyes off the phone, no matter what he was looking at, it was obviously important. That gave her a chance to look at it. He was tall, his hair was blonde, but she thought he was dyeing it. Straight aristocratic nose, thick, beautiful lips and the best shaped jaw she'd ever seen.
" Do you like what you see?" he ask, surprising her.
"Sure, at least, you're not some old uncle, I hav'to spend my life with" she looked out the window, receiving his laugh, as a reward for her courage.
" Verry well" he keep laughing. "I'm glad there's something you already like about me" he say, turning back to his phone.

The car stopped in front of a not very large but beautiful mansion.

"Welcome home honey" he say, help her to get out of the car.
The house was amazing, with trees of the two sides, terrace on the second floor, looking at the road.
He didn't wait for her, he go's straight into the house, still looking on his phone. She sighed and went after him. What else she hav'to expect, a parade for "welcome home"?
She was greeted by a large entrance hall, with stairs on one side.

In left there was another room, maybe kitchen opening to a leaving room.

She had to admit that everything seemed very style and beautiful.
"Upstears, second door is our bedroom. You can take shower and rest." his voice interrupted her view.
She was startled, but didn't say nothing, taking in its direction.
She open the door he told her and freez in place. That's was the most beautiful bedroom she ever seen.

With huge windows on both sides, and a terrace surrounding almost the entire room. The view was amazing, breathtaking. In the middle there was a huge bed, upholstered in velvet, opposite the bed there was a small table with a sofa and two armchairs.
She could have spent hours here, just looking outside, enjoying the silence and looking out.
To the right of the bed there was another door, and she headed that way.
Bathroom...

No less stylish than the bedroom. She went back to the bedroom, only now noticing that on the side of the room door, there was a second door. Curiosity prevailed, and she headed that way, wondering what it was.

A closet, huge, double, wonderful, every woman's dream. The left side was completely in dark wood, with his clothes, on the left, light beige, with her clothes? When did he make it????
She went back to the bedroom after taking one of the pajamas and went back to their bedroom.
Wait a minute, our bedroom???? Our! That's what he said. Did he expect her to share his bed?!
She nailed herself to the very thought that he wanted her to sleep in the same bed and who knows what else.
Yes, they were really married, but still, they barely knew each other, and she had no intention of become his sextoy.
"Welcome home Kim Luna, good luck with survival" she told herself and went to the bathroom...

Downstairs, Kim Namjoon left the phone on the desk, rubbed his neck tired and tried to move his shoulders.
He sighed, leaning into the chair and looking at the ceiling. His wife must have been asleep by now. And better still, he was in no mood to engage in feminine hysteria.
He laughed arrogantly. She was definitely brave, just answering him in the car like she was talking to some kid.
He weaved his fingers and stretched out his hands, he was so tired. Closed his eyes, he try to relax, thinking what he should do with her from now on....
This marriage was beneficial for both families, but only he would have carried the consequences.
It would have been fun to play with her.Something was telling him he wasn't going to be disappointment.
With that thought he fall a sleep in the  chair.