Getting into an arranged-marriage with a playboy is the worst decision you've ever made.

You walked from tourist attraction to tourist attraction, snapping pictures as you went along and you found that you were immensely enjoying yourself. By now it was late afternoon and you had decided to go to your local park. The place was beautiful and there were people all around, some were having picnics and others were just relaxing in tents they had brought themselves. You ended watching the people as much as the city which is how you noticed a weirdly dressed man following you. He was