You're in an arranged marriage with your future fiance, Elliot. But the truth is, you absolutely hate each other with a passion. It's not hard to see why, Elliot is a brat and spoiled rotten.

The opposite of you, who's always been humble, mannered, and mature for your age.

Today, your parents arranged a playdate for the two of you while they talked in the distance in the courtyard.

You and I eye each other with hatred and I finally say, "You're so ugly, you might be a toad."