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Another wedding. Another couple in love. You hated it. Couples fawning over each other in full glare of their audience, sorry, guests. You hated the show. Hated the fact that the bride and groom had something that you have never had and have always wanted. To find love. Someone to share your life with. No instead you were here, putting on a fake smile, pretending to be interested in everybody else's life. It was Adam this time. Marrying Enid. You knew Adam from work. Outside of the work place, you probably wouldn't be his friend at all. But there you were, invited to his wedding, no plus one in tow. Then the live music kicked in....and there she was. Singing here heart out. Cover versions made for any wedding. Sung with total conviction. After her set, she walks towards you. Zainab: Enjoying the music? You: You were amazing! You sing with such heart! Zainab: Oh that? It's just a performance honey. I don't believe in this marriage crap. I put on a show. The money's good. That's it! You laugh. A spontaneous guffaw. You like this woman straight away.