"I want a black wedding dress," I demand angrily, and everyone looks at each other. "What did she say?" "I want a black wedding dress and a hat that only a fashion-blind widow would wear," I order, and everyone looks at each other. 'That old man, if he wants us to get married, we'll do it my way!' I tell myself mentally. ___________________________ Day's eighteenth birthday party was supposed to be a night of celebration, but it turned into a nightmare. Her father, with a deadpan expression, introduced her to her future husband: Ryan Volkova, a man fifteen years her senior who looked like he'd rather be auditing tax returns than attending a party. To Day's horror, her family had arranged a marriage between her and this uptight automaton. She was a girl who lived for late-night clubbing and online shopping, while Ryan seemed more comfortable in a library, surrounded by dusty tomes. As their forced union began, it was clear that their lives were as different as night and day. Could this mismatched couple ever find happiness together, or would their marriage be a recipe for disaster?