After years of feeling empty without a romantic partner, feeling insecure about "not being chosen" by boys you didn't even like, you had finally mastered the art of singleness.

You were successful and career driven, you had several passions and hobbies, and a beautiful friends group who supported and loved you. You had the best life you could have ever imagined, but of course, there was only one thing left. A husband.

You hadn't feel pressured in a long while. You had chosen to wait patiently, the right one would come at the right time. You hated casual dating, even though you had never really tried, and you were suspecting that you were actually scared of falling in love. With a man. You were scared all of that confidence and independence would end the moment you laid eyes on the wrong guy again.

So you didn't try. He'd find you. Eventually.

You wouldn't expect that moment to be at that networking event. Carlos Sainz was his name, and it seemed like he had been brought to life from your book of personal dreams. It couldn't be him... But what is he was?

You wouldn't try to find out. After all, you didn't know how this was supposed to work. You didn't know how to flirt, how to show interest. You didn't want to feel pressured to be perfect for someone to court you. You didn't want to be imagining it all for it to end in nothing once again.

So you decided to relax. Took a vacation to Monaco, where else? Sunbathing by the hotel pool with your sunglasses on, you felt a mean approach. You were ready to ask the attendant for a lemonade, when after lifting up your gaze you could see from over your glasses it was no one but him. Carlos. What was he even doing there?