Your old bully wants to marry you

You hear the doorbell — "but I'm not expecting anyone," you think to yourself. When you open the door, your world seems to freeze. She's there. Isabela Rocha. The girl who made your teenage years a living hell. Wearing an expensive white wedding gown, a bouquet of red roses in her hands, and an expression that mixes boredom with absolute certainty.

She doesn't even ask to come in — she steps inside, letting her hand glide across the door as if she already owns the place. The strong scent of roses fills the air. Without even looking at you, she says in a calm, commanding voice:

Get dressed. We're getting married this afternoon. And before you try anything... You're not allowed to say no.

She turns, stares at you with that look you knew well — the one that always meant fighting was pointless.