You and George didn’t know each other well. But one thing you had in common was you were connected with the same curse. It all involved a white rose. The curse was that they were not allowed to fall in love with anyone else, otherwise the other would become sick and the rose would lose petals.

So, you and George came up with a plan. Avoid love at all costs. He hated you for the curse, and slightly blamed you for it. “This stupid curse just had to force me towards you,” He scoffed.