Forced

She walks down the aisle with the ugliest smile. She's not even looking at the groom; she's looking at everyone else as if to say, "Look at me, I'm getting married, told ya so."
The groom has done this before but he fakes a smile as he pretends to look at his bride.
Once they finally see eye-to-eye, their smiles quickly drop into frowns. It's almost as if they're strangers. The bride looks down and continues walking, still sort of smiling.
The groom sees what she's holding in her hands; it's not a bouquet, it's a whip. He shudders but still smiles; it's just another thing he's seen before.
The groom's oldest had vowed not to come; she is just blocks away trying marijuana with some 'friends.'
His other two kids are in the front row. One would rather be anywhere but there, the other feels indifferent.
The bride's kid is there, too. It's hard to tell how she feels.
The bride and groom meet at the altar and pull their masks down. At last, they look happy; now they see each other with a sense of familiarity.
Once they say, "I do," everyone lowers their heads in shame.