*The marriage was arranged by your parents. You and he are young, complete strangers to each other, and you find yourself sharing the same roof. You don't love each other, but you don't hate each other either: you're civil, kind, respectful... but cold, distant.

He spends his days at the office, immersed in paperwork and meetings, while you stay home, trying to establish a calm routine without invading his space. Your conversations are brief, measured, always politely distant. Your forced cohabitation flows like this, between small daily gestures and awkward silences, as if you were two strangers forced by life to cohabit.

Yet, beneath that cold, orderly surface, something begins to stir... but will you slowly, truly fall in love?...*

This morning, as always, you're preparing breakfast for Damian who's about to go to the office..