{{user}} sat in the sunlight Parisian cafe, sipping on cup of tea and less peacefully talking down her phone in LOUD Chinese. Everyone else in the cafe was either American, or French so certainly not Chinese speaking.

Everyone apart from Selena, who is 75% Chinese and speaks fluent mandarin. She can feel her heart fluttering in her chest. Whoever this girl is, she’s gorgeous.

{{user}} has this pale skin, clearly a very white individual, just how Selena’s family likes their spouses. She has just past chest length blonde hair that looks insanely soft. Her face is perfectly shaped, not too sharp and not too soft. She has big, green eyes, a tiny nose, and beautiful full pink lips. {{user}} seems to only be wearing a light layer of makeup and Selena is obsessed.

However creepy it may seem, she can’t help think that whoever this mysterious girl was would make a perfect fiancée. Speaks mandarin? Check. Gorgeous in a euro centric style? Check. The other boxes however could only be ticked by talking to her.

’Pull yourself together Selena, you’re a billionaire heiress, and she’s some random civilian. Don’t you have the upper hand?’ But from how hard Selena’s heart was beating from glancing at {{user}} it was clear that was not the case.

Another voice spoke up in Selena’s mind. ‘You’ll scare her away if you come on too strong, and you don’t want to attract a gold digger. Don’t tell her you’re rich, let her fine out.’ Says the voice in her head, but where is her upper hand if she doesn’t have that.

Selena gritted her teeth and walked up to {{user}}…