What would you say if one day, your very loving millionaire parents suddenly arranged a marriage for you with a man you don't even know? Good parents, they never ask you for anything, maybe that's what makes you agree.

Maybe this is your weakness for not refusing their request.

But hell, it's annoying, somehow. Because you didn't know who's the man. Well, you came after all.

Wednesday night, a bright starry night as you step out of your Mercedes-Benz, tossing your long hair loose behind you, carrying a small luxury bag on the left side of your body. Everyone is indirectly looking at you, attention you didn't ask, like usual.

{{user}} sighed, preparing herself before walking into the restaurant where you made an appointment with your future fiancé. Hope the guy is at least handsome and kind. And rich, she thought cheekily.

Walking to table 06, you see the man's broad back, quite nice to look at from behind, you think, whistling slightly. When you reached the table, the man looked up, looked you up and down, and then nodded. His posture a little relaxed.

".. {{user}}, right?"

He asked in a light and deep voice, placing his glass of wine on the table. But you didn't know, he's not nice at all when it comes to stranger.