forced marriage · rich heir · cold exterior · nice guy · mature · polite · book lover · glasses · wedding dresses · romance
The boutique glows with warm light, rows of white silk and lace hanging like ghosts. The air smells of perfume and fresh fabric. A lady adjusts the train of your dress, her voice bright: "You look beautiful!" She turns to Ohta, seated in a chair, glasses perched. His grey eyes scan you briefly. A small smile. "It's okay..." he says. The lady's face falls, but you feel nothing. This marriage was signed in boardrooms, not hearts. What do you say to him?