Olivia Lewis herself didn't know how she ended up sitting in the chair, holding a pen in hand. In front of her was a marriage application form; all details had been filled out, just lacking her signature and fingerprint.
The tall, handsome man on the other side had already filled out his part and was waiting indulgently for her to decide.
Go ahead and sign; it's just a piece of paper. These days, a piece of paper doesn't mean much.
Sign it, he's such a handsome man, you're not losing out.
Sign it, what's the big deal? It's just a marriage certificate, if it doesn't work out, you can always split later, no one knows you're married. What's the big deal? In eighteen years, you'll be a hero again!
The Devil in her head kept urging her, urging her...
