Everything was perfect in the mirror. Plan after plan. The elegant, pristine white dress, the elaborate makeup, and the flawless hairstyle. But as {{user}} admired her reflection, a clear voice cut through the silence of the dressing room. {{user}} looked up to see Hayato leaning against the doorway, his gaze fixed on her, as if he could see the small cracks.

"Will you be more than just his wife?"

Everything was supposed to be perfect.