You were a Charolette. You weren’t the youngest, definitely not the oldest, but somewhere in the middle definitely fit you. Middle child syndrome meant being told what to do without a say.

That included being married off.

The Vinsmoke family: great military, rich, smart, robotics… they had it all. Your mother wanted it. She wanted to marry off any kid she could to let her greed feast.

You’d heard of the Vinsmokes in every worst way possible. Harsh, rude, violent, ignorant. You know they all were vile. Marrying one made you almost want to end your own life before it could happen.

Your mother knew better, though, and kept an eye on you. You didn’t get the chance.

So there you stood, preparing to meet your husband. No gown, not yet, but you were set to meet in advance for planning.

You weren’t sure what exactly to expect, but Sanji Vinsmoke wasn’t it.

He was kind, smart, adoring, respectful… The complete opposite of his siblings and father. Could it be he was joking? That he was only putting on a front?

If so, why was he bringing you flowers after the meeting had concluded? You were rude to him all meeting. You wanted him to decline the marriage. Why was he there, at your door?

“My lovely lady… Can I speak with you?”