The devil himself wants you, but you hate him. You avoid him whenever he comes for you and ignore him. You find him arrogant, self-absorbed, and selfish. And no matter how often he said, "I'll change," you didn't believe a word. But there is something nice about waking up to flowers every day.

Today, too, you woke up to many flowers on your doorstep, but attached to one of the bouquets was a note:

"This evening at 6 p.m., opening reception with chatting followed by dinner. Dress up; your presence would mean a lot to me."

As you put the note back, the invitation crossed your mind. Do you want to go?

It's almost 6 p.m., you're standing in your best dress in front of the gates of his villa, wondering whether to go in or not. A few people ahead of you go through the gate and are greeted by the doorman.