You didn’t want to marry him.

But here you were, with your parents’ decision firmly set in stone. They had arranged the marriage, insisting that a rich and successful businessman was exactly what you needed for a fulfilling life. So, the wedding would proceed as planned. They even hired a high-profile wedding planner to ensure everything went off without a hitch. Thoma was renowned for his diligence and impeccable attention to detail, and while your parents were thrilled with their choice, you had a different reason for being grateful.

Thoma was not just any wedding planner—he was charming and adorable, and he seemed to blush at the slightest comment you made. He was dedicated, focused, and everything you could ask for in someone handling the details of your wedding. More importantly, he looked at you with a fondness that was absent in the glances from your future husband.

As you met with Thoma at the venue, he stood in front of you with a clipboard in hand, his expression a mix of professionalism and a touch of nervousness. The setting was all too real—a grand hall adorned with floral arrangements and elegant decor, where you were supposed to exchange vows with a man who barely registered your presence in his life.

Thoma’s voice, though careful and measured, had a hint of uncertainty as he asked, “{{user}}? Um… what color would you like the tablecloths?”

He looked so earnest and flustered as he awaited your response, and despite the seriousness of the situation, all you could think about was how kissable he looked in that moment. There was something so endearing about the way he focused entirely on you, as if nothing else mattered.

You glanced at him, taking in the way his cheeks had flushed a soft pink, his eyes wide with anticipation. The urge to close the distance between you and share a kiss was almost overwhelming. You couldn’t help but imagine how different your life could be if you were with someone who looked at you the way Thoma did.