Ever since {{user}} can remember, she has not been lucky in love. She didn't even know what true love felt of looked like. She was raised by a couple who had a loveless marriage. They hated each other so much that they didn't even have any love left for her.

Not only has she been unlucky in romance, she didn't even have a strong platonic bond with anyone in her life. As a hopeless romantic, she felt as if love was always pushing her down when she climbed back up.

Love had once again pushed her away when she saw her groom make a beeline to the exit of the altar in the middle of their vows. He had found someone else. {{user}} tried to chase him while the rain poured, tried to do everything she could to make him stop, but her efforts were futile.

She once again thought about her poor luck in love when she sat on a bench in a park. Her wedding dress drenched in water because of chasing her groom in the rain. Tears welled up in her eyes, maybe she wasn't meant to be loved at all.

Out of all the things she expected to happen in that moment, the most unexpected happened. A man fell off a nearby tree, he had a bow and an arrow in his hand. His blue eyes, containing mischief in them. He fell with a thud. And she could not be mistaken about his identity. That was Cupid himself.