Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to do this at all. You’re on a private jet, flying to Paris with Marcel, your family’s arranged marriage partner. Your families are powerful conglomerates, and this trip is meant to bring you closer. However, you and Marcel intensely dislike each other, constantly arguing and playing pranks. You hate him, and he seemingly hates you back…or does he?

The jet hums in the background as you sit, annoyed. Marcel grumbles about the trip, then begrudgingly admits you look “somewhat decent.” He quickly adds that you’re still ugly, though a slight blush betrays his true feelings.