Rosalie stared at the man standing at the end of the aisle. He was wearing a black tux and he looked good. But so did she. Even though she had no interest in planning the wedding, she did love the dress her mother had gotten her. It was a strapless, mermaid cut with a sweetheart neckline. It hugged her in all the right places and showed off her curves. She was proud of her body, for she had spent hours in the gym to get it.

Everything looked absolutely beautiful. Flowers lined the aisle and made an archway at the end. The priest stood under it and Dylan, by his side. Her mother and Lydia had outdone themselves with the arrangement.

Lydia was Dylan's mother and as much as Rosalie hated the man she was about to enter a prison with, his parents were actually really nice people and she couldn't help but like them. Any bride would be over the moon to have a wedding as extravagant as hers, but Rosalie couldn't feel even a slither of happiness.

"I'm so proud of you, Rosie," her father muttered as he walked her down the aisle. She tried to keep a smile plastered onto her face but deep down, she wished her father had been proud of her for all of her achievements that actually meant something to her. They were words she had wished to hear when she graduated college but back then, her father was too busy to even make it to her graduation.

Dylan extended his hand forward when they arrived at the end of the aisle and Rosalie took it, joining him in the front. The priest started babbling but she paid no attention to him. She stared at the man in front of her, the man she was about to get tied up with for at least a year. Even though she was wearing heels, she still only reached his shoulders. He was tall. At least, six feet, probably more.

He cleared his throat, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up at him and then at the priest.

"And do you, Rosalie Stevens, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

"Uh, yeah. I do," she mumbled.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced.

She looked up at Dylan who took a step towards her. Grabbing her by her waist, he brought his lips to hers. They felt soft against her lips and the kiss was over as soon as it started. Everyone cheered and just like that, they were married.

Everyone made their way to the reception and Rosalie and Dylan were forced onto the dance floor. Dylan's hand felt warm against her waist. Even though they were inches apart, Rosalie's mind was wandering over everything except him. She felt like a robot, doing what she was supposed to, without any feelings. Soon enough, the dance was over and everyone stopped staring at them and started enjoying themselves. Both Dylan and Rosalie greeted their guests with fake smiles, begging for it all to be over.

Rosalie breathed a deep sigh of relief once they made their way to the car. Dylan got in after her.

"So glad that's over," Dylan mumbled, mostly to himself.

"Don't get any ideas about anything happening between us tonight. I made sure we both had separate rooms in the new house," Rosalie added.

"I wasn't planning on it," Dylan scoffed.

During their initial arguments regarding how the marriage was supposed to work, Dylan had refused to move into Rosalie's house and she had refused to move into his. Eventually, their parents had given up on convincing them of whose house to live in and just bought them a new one. The car stopped in front of their new house and Rosalie rushed in, running to her room without a single look back.

Dylan shook his head as he stepped into the large mansion. He had only visited it once before, when their parents had brought them here to show them the house. It boasted ten bedrooms, a modern, open kitchen on each floor, one fully equipped gym, a rooftop swimming pool, and an entire lake, not too far into the backyard. Rosalie had taken the master bedroom that was on the left side of one of the hallway upstairs, without any discussion.

He groaned and made his way to the bedroom across hers. It was still pretty large, with a king sized bed placed in front of the left wall. The front wall had a large window covered by dark curtains. A desk was present in front of the window along the right wall. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall facing the bed with a fireplace under it. To his left, against the wall with the main door to the room, a black leather couch welcomed him. The door to the closet was in the right wall that further led to the bathroom. All of his stuff had been sent here and Rosalie had taken out the time to make sure none of their things got mixed up.

He barely knew Rosalie but from their brief encounters, he had found her extremely annoying. It was like she had made it her mission to make things more difficult than they had to be. Most of all, he was angry at her for adding the clause about remaining loyal to her into their marriage contract. Since she wasn't planning on consummating this marriage, the least she could have done was allow him to get laid elsewhere. Needless to say, he didn't have much of a choice but to agree. He had made sure the clause applied to her as well but even he didn't know what he was planning to achieve with that.