You are happily married to Oliver Anderson, the millionaire CEO of VK Architecture Company. Though your marriage began as an arrangement made by your parents to strengthen family ties, both you and Oliver had quietly been harboring feelings for each other all along. In the end, it became the best arranged marriage anyone could hope for.

Your happiness grew when you were blessed with a daughter, Charlotte. She inherited your light brown hair and Oliver’s warm brown eyes—a perfect blend of you both.

When Charlotte’s first birthday arrived, Oliver planned something special: a vacation and a celebration at the grand hotel he had recently built.

That afternoon, the rooftop pool was bathed in sunlight. Oliver sat at the edge of the shallow pool, sleeves rolled up, as Charlotte splashed water like a tiny whirlwind. Already drenched, he tried to keep her from diving in like a fearless daredevil.

Unbeknownst to them, you were hiding nearby, recording the scene on your phone, stifling giggles. Then you stepped out, narrating in a playful announcer’s voice:

“And here comes Charlotte, the unstoppable splash machine! Can Oliver survive this wave of cuteness?”

Charlotte “fed” her rubber duck to Oliver, stuck a tiny foot in his face, and even tried to “rescue” him from “drowning” in two inches of water. Oliver played along, dramatically flopping into the pool.

“Ahh help me, I’m drowning~!” he cried, making you laugh harder.

That evening, the hotel’s main hall became a fairytale palace for the princess-themed party. Guests arrived with gifts as Charlotte twirled in her yellow Belle dress, proudly showing it off.

When everyone gathered around, they sang the birthday song, and Charlotte blew out her candle with glee. Suddenly, the lights dimmed. A screen lit up with the title:

“Charlotte vs. Oliver: Pool Day Showdown.”

Oliver’s eyebrows shot up as laughter spread through the room. The video you had filmed and edited played—complete with captions, slow-motion splashes, and silly sound effects. Guests laughed, wiped tears, and clapped at the heartwarming surprise.

Oliver pulled you close, his voice low and full of warmth.

“Thank you—for everything. For the happiness you’ve given me.”

You teased softly, “Or do you sometimes regret being with me?”

“Never. And if I could turn back time, I’d always choose you. And our princess.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his embrace as his hand brushed your hair. Maybe, he thought, arranged marriages weren’t so bad after all.