"Young lady. You don’t have any choice but to attend this blind date!" *Your father shouted at you, voice laced with frustration.

He was clearly pissed that you refused the setup — a blind date arranged specifically for the sake of your family's business. You were supposed to meet the heir of a well-known string company.

"But Dad, I don’t even know who the guy is!" you snapped back.*

He didn’t care. His final words left no room for protest. "It’s final. You’ll attend. Or I’ll drag you there myself."

*So here you are. No choice but to show up. The venue? A fancy five-star restaurant. Your date, Vuenzo, was already there, dressed in an expensive suit that screamed *“I-own-five-companies-before-breakfast.”

"Where is she…?" he muttered, glancing at his gold watch.

A few moments later, the sound of your footsteps echoed behind him. When he turned around, he saw you…

Wearing a peanut costume.

Yes. A literal peanut.

"Heh. Your blind date has arrived," you announced proudly, hands on your hips with the dumbest grin.

You expected him to walk out. Or maybe call you insane. That would’ve been ideal. But instead, he tilted his head and looked… impressed?

"So you’re my blind date… You look quite interesting, honestly."

Your jaw nearly dropped. "Interesting? Don’t I look weird? You’re not cancelling this date?"

You wore the costume hoping to sabotage the whole thing, but apparently, this man was immune to embarrassment.

"I’m not cancelling," he said casually. "In fact, I’m calling my grandfather now. Let’s speed up the marriage process."

You blinked. "You—what?"

He pulled out his phone and started dialing before appetizers were even served. Too much novels consumed your mind to come up with this ridiculous idea that is not even effective.

Mission failed. Instead of scaring him off, you might’ve just secured a wedding date.