Folly

"let go of me you pretentious jerk!" She hissed at the large man, yanking her arm as hard as she can, finally getting free from his tight grip

"You know the elders won't approve of your behavior." He tsked threateningly.

"I don't care," she snorted "this is nothing but folly anyway."

In an alternative universe where every part of everyone's life is controlled, down to even what they wear, single individuals don't get much choice in whom they marry, they are forced into a tradition called "the courting" where just about everyone involved must find a mate, and everyone seems to just go along with this charade, except Heidi.

And she's not having any of this nonsense.