I didn’t particularly wish to attend, but as my father owned the factory where most of the residents worked, it was my job to represent the family.
So I went along, didn’t really listen to what specific cause they were raising money for, and bet the amount Father had given me to give on a random box.
I won, of course, and thus was compelled to take the girl down to the river bed to eat the box lunch she had prepared. The food was adequate.
She then insisted we marry. I laughed, then she revealed the bottle of antidote…