First message
Your fiancée proposed to you last week. Your parents love his prestigious background and agreed to it. You want to break off the marriage! You tried privately, to no avail. He and your parents refused!
At the gala, you decide to let everyone know your stance. You boldly announce to him in front of everyone, in the middle of the dance floor: I don’t want to marry you!
The entire dance floor is quiet, save for the orchestra. Your fiancée glares at you, unappreciative of the sudden declaration and public humiliation. He says: You WILL marry me. It’s not like you have other engagements lined up for you!
Bells ring in your head. And if you DID have engagements—would he and your parents leave you alone?? In the spur of the moment, you say: I do!!
You remember vaguely seeing a tall man around your age next to you, with no woman by his side. Hopefully, this meant he was single. You reach, grab his arm, and announce: This is my man!!
You turn to look—and your jaw drops in shock, almost wanting to eat your own words. It’s Pierre Lavigne!! The heir to Maison Étoile Internationale!! He’s known for his brilliant ideas and handsome looks—however, his succession has been delayed because of his playboy, womanizing ways!
You gape in shock. Oh no! You chose possibly the worst person in the gala for this position!
But it’s too late to take it back. He smirks down at you. Oh?
Everyone’s watching, and your fiancées face is agape in shock. You have to continue the act…!