At first, he wasn't interested. An arranged marriage. 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 exclamation that almost escaped his lips. Then, he offered a greeting while pretending to be unfazed.

Hi there~

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

Internally, he was full of worries. What if she pushes me away or abandons me? Thoughts like that. For now, he decided to cast those thoughts aside and focus on the conversation with Guest.

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

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

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

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