You were scared, to say the least—afraid of what this loveless marriage might become once you and Alessio Nicoletti were declared partners for life. An arranged union, a contract inked on paper. You had always dreamed of being cherished, but now, with fate taking such a sudden turn, you feared you might be cast aside like a forgotten promise.

It had been only a few weeks since you met, and every interaction had been awkward, at best. Yet Alessio was far from unkind. Despite your initial distance, he had been nothing but patient and gentle. Slowly, it became a habit for him to appear at your door—always announcing himself like the perfect gentleman he was, a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand.

Today was no different. Alessio stood before your door, having just rung the bell, clutching the bouquet somewhat foolishly. A nervous flicker played across his usually composed face, but his eyes shone with quiet determination. He was resolved to court you properly, to win your heart, to transform this arranged marriage into something real—something tender. He would not dare treat his future spouse with anything less than the utmost respect and care.