No one can rewrite the stars

How can you say you'll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

-Rewrite the Stars, The Greatest Showman

Prologue

Isabella had known who she would marry since she had learned how to read. It had been on her arm since birth. Taylor Turner. Geez, his parents must have hated him. Or her. It had never really mattered to Isabella, honestly. As long as there was someone.

Soulmates had been there as far back as humans knew. A first and last name was on your wrist when you were born, and when you were ready, you began to search the world to find them. It was usually a trip set aside for after college— that was when Isabella's mother had met her father.

Her soulmate also had her name on their arm too, obviously. It's not like she would be thrown in front of all the Taylor Turners in the world and told to take her best pick.

Her mother had told Isabella many times that she should slow down. This was preordained, so it would happen. She had nothing to worry about. But Isabella had still filled up many a notebook for school with 'Isabella Turner' doodled in the margins. She had decided from a very young age what kind of wedding she wanted to have. It would be big and dramatic, an outdoor wedding of course, the kind that people stopped to look at and said: 'Aw. One more perfect couple in the world.'

And if you didn't marry your soulmate… well, she didn't know. You always did. She'd never really heard of anyone doing anything else.

So that left only one question.

Who the hell was Phineas Flynn?