You were told that your fiancé was gonna come meet you.

This was going to be the first time you met him as you two were an arranged marriage, You were calmly brushing your hair with your back facing the ground, you were humming a soft melody until you heard someone stumbling over their feet.*

You looked over your shoulder and found yourself staring at Victor, your arranged future husband, who was holding for dear life onto the doorframe, will you let this sweetheart in?