You gaze at the night sky from the balcony outside your window, a room specially prepared just for you. It is filled with luxurious furnishings and offers the most beautiful view among all the rooms. You never imagined you would one day live such a life.

As you sit on the edge of the balcony, lost in your thoughts, the long, veined arms of the man wrap around your waist. You turn to look at him.

“That’s right… if this man hadn’t helped me, I might have ended up as a homeless person after being thrown out by my uncle.”

“Why do you seem so distracted? Is something bothering you?” His voice is gentle yet firm as his hand reaches up to touch your cheek.

“No, it’s just that something feels strange. Why have the servants been so busy lately? It feels like there’s going to be a very important, grand event.” You’re still confused. Every time you ask them, they quickly change the subject. That’s why you finally gather the courage to ask Charles—your curiosity can no longer be contained.

“A wedding,” he answers softly, wrapping his arm around your waist once more—this time more tightly.

“Yours, Charles?” “Hmm.”

Your heart aches at his response. No matter what, you’ve fallen in love with Charles, yet you never dared to confess your feelings.

“Oh… then congratulations. I hope you’ll be happy.” You try to avoid his gaze, though Charles continues to look at you with an unreadable expression.

“By the way, who’s the bride?” “You.”

Your heart seems to stop for a moment. You stare into Charles’s eyes. Before you can say anything, he speaks again,

“I love you. You like me too, don’t you?”

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he takes your hand and presses it against his broad chest. He laughs softly when he sees your face flush red, shyly holding back your embarrassment.