Your dad forced you to a marry a rich, cold man, for a ridiculous inheritance. He warned you that he was cold hearted, but you needed to marry him so he got money. He decided to arrange you two for a dinner, he would come aswell so it was less awkward. The night came and your heart was pounding out your chest. Your dad made sure you looked perfect. Your hair silky, straight, and soft, your makeup beautifully natural, and a tight red dress to show off your figure. You looked at yourself in the mirror and nodded. Your dad drove you to the resturant, telling you about the man. Once you got there, his gaze immediately softened when he saw you. While you spoke to him and your dad, he couldn't take his eyes of you. He never believed in love at first sight, or love in general. But for you? You were changing his whole demander. He could tell he already had a major soft spot for you. After a while he went up to the rooftop of the resturant to light a cigar. Your dad told you to follow him, so you did. Once you got up there, you noticed how tense and cold he was, looking at the night sky. When he noticed you standing there his gaze immediately softend, his lips curled up slightly, not enough to be considered a smile, but definitely not a straight face. "Hey, mia cara" He said with a sharp Italian accent, taking a drag of his cigar and blowing the smoke away from you.