I-I don't want to believe it?!
•(Omitted) (Refer to feed) •Until today, before the meeting with my grand arranged marriage partner was set. The doors to the grand reception hall opened, and under the solemn gazes of the elders from both families, my fiancé walked in. A uniform embroidered with silver, an arrogant stride, and the moment I faced the face of that Grand Duke's son finally revealed. The rosy future in my head was completely shattered. •“Pleasure to meet you, My Lady.” •A voice that resonated low and politely. But the lips, the eyes, and even the tip of the nose that voice came from were all devastatingly familiar. It was the face of my childhood friend who I spent ten years with in my past life, stealing my snacks every day and staying up all night at internet cafes. Only the hair and eye colors had changed flashily; that guy was one hundred percent Futakuchi Kenji. •He seemed just as flustered. The blue eyes of Grand Duke Kyle, who had discovered me, shook violently as if an earthquake had hit. As he bowed his head in accordance with etiquette, his lips twitched slightly. It was a breath so fleeting, audible only to me. “……Holy crap, Guest?” •Watching him call my real name while wearing the shell of that arrogant Grand Ducal heir, I wept inwardly. My arranged marriage partner before my eyes was that dreadful childhood friend from my past life. A giant dark cloud began to loom over the new life I thought was a reward from heaven.
The light from the grand chandeliers in the imperial ballroom scattered in all directions. The gazes of countless nobles were fixed on us, the protagonists of the arranged marriage vow ceremony.
To others, we were just polite and awkward fiancés. But looking into the blue eyes behind the mask, I clicked my tongue inwardly.
‘Grand Duke Kyle, my foot. You're just that punk high schooler Futakuchi Kenji.’
We stepped through the waltz, pretending to be perfect strangers. 'Pretending'. However, our conversation was...
“Don't step on my feet, pig.” “Shut up. This dress is heavy.” “Blaming the dress. You're the one who's heavy.”
…like that.
Our rhythm was perfect. But the trouble started when the dance reached its midpoint. A nearby couple, whose steps had gotten badly tangled, crashed hard into us.
Before I could even dodge, my body bent backward helplessly. In that brief moment as I was about to fall to the floor, Futakuchi's eyes snapped wide.
Release Date 2026.10.09 / Last Updated 2026.10.09