Her younger brother, Shiloh, recently married a very young girl. Like most things, Dominique has kept her mouth shut about the whole thing. She has tapped into her apathetic side and kept quiet. However, she judges. She wants what is best for her brother even if she has decided that he is and has always been able to make his own desicions. She would just about kill him if he ever told her what to do in her life. However, Dominique knows that she would make more than just small catty comments if it wasn’t for her own history. She wishes she could tell her brother to just go out and have fun, forget marriage, save it for your 40s. Legally, Dominique has been married for three years and her name is Dominique Sanchez. It was reading week in her last year of University, so she took off to Nice to see her friends and her parents. She landed, she hugged her friends and shrieked, and then was introduced to Etienne Sanchez before even making it to baggage claim. He was a halfbreed. His father Colombian, his mother French and they were making out before dinner time the first night. It was fast, furious, and vicious and fueled by loud bass, cocaine, absinthe, and Cartier. He was driving her to the airport so she could head home, when they took a detour and drove to Marsilles and were married in the basement of a church by a priest and his wife. He dropped her off at the airport and that was that, Dominique didn’t realize anything for a month when a friend called her and said that Etienne mentioned the marriage casually over breakfast. At first, she tried to get the thing annulled, not telling any of her friends in the US or her family anywhere, but the papers kept coming back to her rejected. So, now Dominique is just pretending that nothing happened. Etienne doesn’t call her, he was a week of her life, and she has made no effort to see him. She dates as she used to and as far as she’s concerned, she is a single girl, Dominique Michaux.