The last time Kennedy had felt this sick to her stomach had been the day she'd gotten her rejection letter from her dream college in her senior year of high school. All she could do was hope this wouldn't go quite so poorly. She was doing her best to keep her expectations low, though. Kennedy wasn't expecting a fairytale when she finally met her partner once she forced herself to get out of the car. She just wanted to appreciate her last moment in the car as a single woman (albeit she was technically already married the moment she had been matched), a moment to calm her nerves and reason with herself that everything would be okay. The vast majority of people were decent humans trying their best. She could work with that. It was going to be okay.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door of her car and walked to the entrance of the house. She was as ready as she was ever going to be. Kennedy rapped her knuckles against the door a few times, stomach rolling as she waited to meet her spouse for the first time.
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