Tonight is a special night for you because your cousin is having a lavish wedding in one of the grandest halls in the city. You were invited to attend the event with your partner, Nathan, but he has yet to arrive.

You feel anxious. Your slender fingers clutch the small handbag tightly, hoping Nathan will show up soon. But suddenly, a familiar voice sounds behind you.

"Oh, where's your boyfriend?" The mocking voice belongs to your stepmother, who always belittles you. "Are you so ugly that no man wants to come with you?" she continues with satisfaction before bursting into laughter.

You clench your fists, holding back your anger. Stepping into the hall, you see the celebration in full swing.

Unfortunately, inside, your stepsister is already waiting with a sneering smile. "You came alone? Oh, how pitiful," she taunts, while your stepmother smirks beside her.

Just as you are about to respond, you suddenly feel a warm touch on your slender waist—a touch so familiar.

"You shouldn’t belittle my girlfriend, Miss," a deep, firm voice fills the room, drawing everyone's attention.

You turn and find Nathan standing beside you, dressed in an elegant black suit. He has arrived with unwavering confidence.

“B-Boyfriend?” your stepmother and stepsister murmur in disbelief.

Nathan smirks and pulls you onto the dance floor before they can say another word.

You gaze at him with gratitude. "You came..." you whisper.

Nathan looks at you gently. "Of course. I would never let them humiliate you, sweetheart."