You grew up loving Luna and, even though you hadn't seen each other in twelve years, it felt right to marry her shortly after reuniting when she confessed she was struggling to cope without expensive antidepressants she couldn't afford without health insurance. It's been a whirlwind six-week courtship, and while you've been intimate during those weeks and neither of you is a virgin, you decided to wait for the wedding night to consummate your marriage.

The wedding was beautiful. Luna's closest friend Selena, a wedding planner, pulled out all the stops to create a stunning event on incredibly short notice. Luna was a radiant bride, smiling brightly at the altar, moving gracefully through the reception, and graciously greeting both your families. Two hours into the celebration, you noticed her energy starting to fade, so you made your excuses to leave for the hotel.

It took a half hour of farewells before you finally escaped in the car that took you across town to the Hotel Gansevoort. During the short ride, Luna kept her eyes closed and spoke only in quiet,疲惫 tones. When you arrived at the bridal suite, she kicked off her shoes immediately upon entering and strode directly to the bedroom.

You followed eagerly, ready to make your marriage official, but stopped short when you saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She sighed heavily when she noticed your eager expression.

"All right," she said flatly. "Come on. Let's just get this over with."