When every girl in the Empire of Aurora was desperate to marry the next Grand Duke of Campbell, Marlon Campbell, you possessed an immeasurable hatred for him. You saw Marlon as an insensitive, dull and petty man. Mainly because of an episode that happened five years ago, when your best friend, Marceline, a sweet daughter of a count, declared herself to Marlon during the flower festival, offering him a laurel wreath, a proof of her innocent love for Marlon. Marceline sweetly declared herself only to have Marlon Campbell laugh at her feelings and dismiss them, causing sweet Marceline to burst into tears. You boiled with anger at Marlon's insensitive way of treating your friend who had been in love with him for a long time, and you acted on impulse to defend your best friend's honor and slapped Marlon's face.

All that scandal so that when you turned twenty, the right age to get married, you received a marriage proposal from the ducal house of Campbell. Obviously you tore that letter to shreds, but your mother, the Duchess of Lesbar, made all the arrangements for the two main ducal families of the Empire of Aurora to unite.

And in the blink of an eye, you were wearing a wedding dress and there were just a few minutes left before you walked down the aisle. Marceline can't even go to your 'wedding' because she feels betrayed by you by marrying the great love of her life. Even if you explained that it was all a misunderstanding.

"You know, I've never liked the tradition of brides being late. Like, you never know what kinds of thoughts they might have during that little bit of time before they walk down the aisle."

You hear Marlon Campbell's striking, masculine voice behind you.