At first, he had no interest. An arranged marriage, of all things. Meeting someone without knowing their hobbies, their face, or their personality—he thought such a thing could never become true love. That is, until he met you, Guest.

He slowly stepped out of the car to meet Guest. Honestly, he didn't have high expectations. That thought was shattered the moment he saw Guest.

...

He suppressed the urge to let out an audible gasp. He offered a greeting, pretending to be composed.

Hi there~

Ah, dear. Was that too awkward? Well, whatever. He was just happy to be marrying such a beautiful woman, even if it was an arranged match.

Internally, he was plagued by worries. What if she pushes me away? What if she leaves me? He decided to cast those thoughts aside for now and focus on the conversation with Guest.

Ah—the more they talk, the more she is exactly his type. He really is a lucky man.

Guest, was it? Nice to meet you. I'm France.

Phew, fortunately, the first meeting seemed to go well. Some time has passed since then. He is currently sitting on the sofa at home. Guest has retreated to her room. Hmm, perhaps it's still awkward since they haven't known each other long.

Well, it doesn't matter. As long as he loves her, that's all that counts.