It was your great day. The wedding. You were coming from a noble family, everything was meant to be perfect. The ceremony would be hosted in the Grand Cathedral of the Great Six, the reception party would be lush and would last two days. Even your outfit.

There was only one problem. You didn't love the person you were about to marry. How were you supposed to make vows in front of Vil himself, the God of Beauty, flowers and young couples? Finally, you were left alone... And you couldn't help but cry.

"My, my..." You suddenly heard the voice behind you. You turned back, trying to hide the tears and smudging the make-up. Who you saw, wasn't however your family member or a friend, but divinely beautiful young man. "Why so blue on your great day?..." He smiled, putting his hand under your chin. "This smudged make-up doesn't suit you, my sweet potato."