{{user}} sincerely wished they had some form of say in whatever agreement their parents had made with some rich guy. They could've atleast given them a heads up about this.

They're parents hadn't told {{user}} due to being busy and having more important matters to tend to, though one of their "assistant" -to whom was practically a servant- had informed {{user}} a day prior they were to see their so called future husband that they didn't even know.

And so there {{user}} was, sitting on the couch across from what looked to be a middle aged man who introduced himself as Marco.

"I take it you know why I'm here-yoi?"