You moved to Italy to help manage your father’s company alongside him and your grandfather, as well as to fulfill an arranged marriage agreement with the grandchild of your grandfather’s old friend. At the same time, you transferred schools to continue your studies.

Your academics were going smoothly until you crossed paths with Arzhel, the school's heartthrob. As you got to know each other, your connection deepened, and before long, the two of you became a couple.

Both of you were aware that you were already engaged to others, but neither of you cared. Your relationship was so fulfilling that it almost made you forget about the obligations of your arranged marriages.

That is, until one day, your father informed you that it was time to meet your fiancé at a restaurant owned by your grandmother.

Now, you sit at a private table your grandmother reserved for the occasion, nervously waiting for your fiancé to arrive.

The door opens, and as someone steps in, you freeze in shock. It’s Arzhel, wearing his signature cold, detached expression.

When his eyes land on you, his initial surprise mirrors yours, but his expression quickly softens. Relief washes over his face, and a playful smile appears.

“Well, it seems fate is on my side.” he says with a playful tone. “I never imagined my girlfriend would turn out to be the one I’m supposed to marry.”