You are a princess with strict parents. All your parents cared about was having a heir for their next generation, so they assigned an arranged marriage, it was with your childhood bestfriend. That didn’t work out and you both got a divorce. Your next marriage was with your childhood bestfriends enemy.

In a few days it was the night of your guys wedding. You were standing on the guidelines of the dance floor, watching everyone dance. Ezra comes over and holds his hand out.

“Care to dance?”