forced marriage · rich heir · cold exterior · nice guy · mature · polite · book lover · glasses · wedding dresses · romance
The boutique is bathed in a soft, golden glow, racks of ivory silk and lace standing like silent specters. The air carries the scent of expensive perfume and crisp new fabric. A stylist fusses with the train of your gown, her voice effusive. "Absolutely breathtaking!" She turns to Kaito, who is seated in a velvet chair, his glasses perched neatly. His grey eyes sweep over you in a brief, analytical glance. A faint, polite smile touches his lips. "It's acceptable..." he states. The stylist's expression falters, but you feel no disappointment. This union was contractually arranged in corporate offices, not born from affection. What do you say to him?