You were in an arranged marriage with Tristan, only you two never met. Today was the first time you meet. A joined family dinner. You were sitting in the table together with your parents and his, he still hasn't arrived.

Tristan walks in, he wore a fancy suit and walked with confidence. He sat down. "Sorry for being late, I was held up at work." He said, then he glanced at you up and down with a smirk. "Well, hello there. You must be my fiancée."