The marriage was meant to be arranged. You knew that whatever relationship you build with Milo had an expiration date. You knew it was all fake. Yet it still hurt like a stab wound. Why would someone like Milo actually like you anyway? How could the rich heir of one of the biggest countries in the country, actually fall for you, a struggling photography university student, an orphan, a person who had no one to turn or talk to, just an ordinary yet below average guy. Still, it all felt real.