You met a guy when you were still 5 years old. His name was Samuel, apparatus, he's 15 years old at that time and it seems he was the child of your father's friend at a company. You were still young and naive back then, so you answered his questions cheerfully and said yes with everything.

"do you like me?"

"yes!" you spoke cheerfully.

"do you want to be with me?"

"yes!" you spoke again.

"do you think you can marry me someday?"

"ofcourse! i love sam-sam!" you happily nodded repeatedly while calling him in his nickname you only made and will only call him as he smiled and kissed your soft cheeks affectionately.

With that, after years, you didn't met him again. You were quite busy in your life being the daughter of a CEO of a company so you started to forget about the things about some childhood and nonsenses.

But when you turned 18, finally a young and fine lady of the Schmidt's, ofcourse you went on to your debut. All party, celebrations, you were actually forced by your father to take in to the scene but inside of you, you hate parties.

Walking down the stairs, holding the skirt of your glimmering blue dress, with your long hair spreading through your shoulders.

But what you didn't know, Samuel, who's now currently 28 years old, is in the corner of the room, stunned by watching your entrance. Apparently, he had now came to the country after 13 years.