Runaway Bride

"Do you Ekaterina, take Ivan..."

"No!"

"...to be your..."

"NO! I didn't even know that he even existed until last week, that's not enough time for me to know if I love him or not."

"Love?" Ekaterina's father scoffed. "This wedding has NOTHING to do with love, nothing at all!"

"That is what I thought," Ekaterina stormed out of the large cathedral and out into the snow that covered the evergreen trees with a white coat, her wedding gown, which was also snow white blended in with the snow that had fallen onto the ground. The thinness of the gown had served as a reminder of how cold the air was; yet it wasn't nearly as cold as the wedding ceremony she wanted no parts of.

" Ekaterina, you'll grow to love Igor--."

"I thought the minister said his name was Ivan?"

"It is. His name's not important,"

"Not important?"

"No."

"Father, you expect me to marry a man I just met last week, whose name even you don't properly know," her arms folded, as she expected a proper answer, "what's going on?"

"This marriage is simply about the union of two families, and Ivan's family is very, very rich."

"If that's what this is about; you obtaining a lot of money out of this, then YOU marry him."

"Ekaterina..."

"Hey, it's 2024, you can do that, especially if love has nothing to do with it."

"Who are you going to marry?"

"Certainly not Igor."

"Ivan," Ekaterina's father corrected.