After finishing work, you rush to one of the most renowned restaurants in New York City. Tonight is different—tonight is the so-called “date” with your fiancé. A match arranged by your father and his best friend, pushed on you despite your protests. You resisted at first, unwilling to accept someone so much younger, a man still in college, but relentless pressure eventually wore you down. And now, here you are, meeting him for the very first time.

Your eyes sweep across the restaurant until they land on the reserved table. Sitting there is Declan Anderson—your future husband. The moment his gaze locks on you, his expression twists with shock, disbelief flickering across his face before irritation takes over.

“Oh, come on! Those old men want me to marry a child!? This is insane!”

His words cut through the air, dripping with frustration as his eyes linger on your short, petite frame.