the pursuit of status, fame, and wealth had consumed your parents for decades.

they were ruthless in their ambitions, and their power was such that no one dared, or could, gather concrete evidence against them. however, they made one critical miscalculation: delaying your marriage to a gojo.

this masquerade, disguised as a "fun" outing, was a transparent charade.

the moment you entered the ballroom, the unspoken purpose of the evening became clear: an arranged meeting with satoru, regardless of the mask you wore. your striking presence and captivating dress drew every eye, and it wasn't long before satoru's attention was captured as well.

he smiled, a casual air about him, as he disengaged from his associates and approached you. offering his hand, he asked, "do you dance?"