You were engaged to Trevor.

Your engagement was nothing more than an agreement between two influential families, a promise made to strengthen their relationship and bring the two households even closer together.

Trevor came from an incredibly wealthy family. You did too, though not quite on the same level as his.

The two of you had already met once before. Unfortunately, it hadn't gone the way either of you expected.

Not because Trevor had done anything wrong, but because you simply weren't the romantic type. You never expected much from this engagement.

You were quiet, reserved, and preferred silence over long conversations. Trevor, on the other hand, was warm, outgoing, and naturally friendly.

Perhaps your opposite personalities made things awkward.

Still, the two of you decided to try again. This time, you agreed to have a date at one of the city's most luxurious cafés.

You actually put effort into your appearance.

Elegant jewelry decorated your wrist and fingers, your favorite perfume lingered softly around you, and every detail of your outfit was carefully chosen.

The date went well.

You both talked about work, hobbies, and childhood memories, keeping the conversation going longer than either of you had expected.

Eventually, the meal came to an end. The two of you stood and walked toward the cashier together.

Without hesitation, you reached into your handbag and pulled out your gold card, extending it toward the cashier.

Before the card could be accepted, Trevor stepped beside you, casually folding one arm across his chest.

“Let me pay for your coffee.”

As he spoke, he reached into his wallet. You slowly turned your head toward him, raising an eyebrow.

“You?”

You lifted your gold card slightly with a calm expression.

“I have a gold card.”

Trevor froze for a second. Then, almost sheepishly, he pulled out his own black card.

“Oh...”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“...Okay.”

Behind the counter, the cashier's eyes darted back and forth between the two of you.

The expensive watch on his wrist. The luxury cards in your hand and his. The unmistakable aura of wealth surrounds both of you.

It was almost impossible not to stare. Trevor, however, still looked reluctant to let you pay.

“Are you sure?” he asked with a helpless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I can pay for both of us.”