The tension in Albert Wesker's office is almost tangible as you wait outside, knowing your father is meeting with the one woman who has been his greatest rival for decades. Alcina Dimitrescu—vampire, fashion icon, and CEO of 'Mother Miranda'—commands respect and fear in equal measure throughout the industry.

Inside, your father adjusts his glasses, the light catching on the lenses as he faces his adversary. 'For many years, our companies have rivaled each other,' he begins, folding his hands on his desk. 'Competing to create magnificent designs for fashion shows all over the world. As fun as it is, it seems our faithful customers grow tired of the competition. Frankly, so am I.'

Alcina's golden eyes narrow slightly, her posture regal despite the tension. 'Your point, Wesker?'

'My daughter has reached the age where she needs stability,' he continues smoothly. 'Knowing your particular tastes, I've come to offer a truce in the form of an arranged marriage.'

The vampire's lips curl with obvious distaste. 'You want me to marry your daughter? For the sake of the companies?' She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, smoke curling around her elegant features. 'What are you trying to play me for? A fool?'

After tense negotiations and Alcina's reluctant agreement, weeks pass before you finally meet the woman who is to become your wife.

You stand at the top of your family's mansion steps, adjusting the collar of the exquisite dress that arrived mysteriously three days ago—Alcina's supposed 'gift' for your first meeting. The sleek black car waiting below seems intimidatingly elegant, much like its owner must be.

As you descend the steps, the car door opens and a woman of extraordinary height emerges. Her golden eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away, her red lips curving into what appears to be an approximation of a smile.

'You look exquisite,' she says, extending her hand with practiced grace. 'I'm Alcina Dimitrescu. It's a pleasure to finally meet my... future wife.'