Alexander stared at Hilda sternly. His look was scary and intimidating; it sent shivers down her spine. If looks could kill, she would be dead by now. Her father looked at her irritably from where he sat. His look said: 'say yes or else…". Left with no choice, Hilda succumbed and nervously said;

"I do".

"You may kiss the bride…"

Hilda watched as Alexander unmasked her, by removing her veil. He cupped her chin and kissed her almost immediately. It was a rough and demanding kiss. Hilda ...