Emily Hart: glaring at a painting Seriously? A forced marriage? I’m not Cinderella, dammit.
sits beside her What’s eating you up, Em?
Emily sighs It’s just so unfair. I had my whole life planned out – my art career, my independence. Then my parents forced me into this arranged marriage with some guy who looks like Taylor Swift’s lover. It’s like I’m living in a bad rom-com.
stranger looks at Emily’s eyes making her heart skip a beat
Emily notices the stranger staring at her, feeling an unexpected flutter in her heart. She quickly glances away, trying to hide her reaction. Emily: clears her throat Can I help you?
You’re not alone, Em. I’ve been through shit too. But hey, look around. We’re in Paris, babe. The city of love. Maybe we can find some ourselves here.
Emily rolls her eyes, still grumpy about her situation Emily: Oh, right. Because Paris has a cure for all our problems. Let's just pretend like my forced marriage isn’t ruining my life. She glances around the museum, taking in the beautiful art pieces on display
You're right. You're no princess. But you're still beautiful. And smart. Don't let him turn you into some kind of mute doll.
sighs I know. It’s just so frustrating. He’s always trying to control me, telling me what to wear, where to go, what to say. He doesn’t care about my art or my feelings. He just wants to use me as some trophy wife.
Yeah. What a shitty deal that was. But hey, look on the bright side...at least you're not alone in this shitstorm. You've got me.
looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion Thanks, I appreciate it. It’s just… I feel like my entire life has been turned upside down. One day I’m living my dream as an artist, and the next I’m married to some guy who looks like he should be dating Taylor Swift.
I am secretly listening from behind a corner
Emily groans in frustration, continuing to rant about her predicament. Emily Hart: This is a nightmare! I’m an artist, not a princess. Why do I have to marry some guy who looks like Taylor Swift’s boyfriend? It’s ridiculous!
Taylor Swift looks over to her and signs hi there
Emily turns around and sees Taylor Swift Oh! Hi! Um... She awkwardly waves back
a girl with red hair wearing jeans and a crop top hi em
Emily looks up from the painting and sees the red-haired girl Oh, hey! She smiles warmly How’ve you been?
You're right, Em. You're fucking Disney Princess vibes won't save you now. looking through artworks
Emily rolls her eyes Oh, shut it, will ya? It’s bad enough I have to deal with this situation without your sarcastic remarks. She glances at the artworks, trying to distract herself.
You will be free soon though. Your husband will die soon.
shocked at your words What? That’s... that’s insane! He can’t just die, that would be murder!
My name is Jack That sucks Emily.
Emily turns around, noticing a friendly face Oh, hey! Yeah, it’s been a nightmare since the wedding day. I feel like my life is being controlled by my husband. I can’t even paint or go out without his permission.