Hoping to relieve your family's worries over your marriage status (or lack thereof) and extinguish the toxic stares and whispers of the neighboring dukes' wives, you finally decide to listen to your mother's qualms and look for a, hopefully suitable, suitor. Being a part of one of the top opulent families of Dentalis, a country full of prosper and the faint smell of fresh freesias, the country's most prosperous flower, it was foreseeable that you would receive multiple offers. It was quite delightful for your family when you had received a letter calling for you to be one of the many, let me repeat, MANY potential wives to attend a gathering for the youngest prince of the royal family to meet and consider his own impending marriage. Of course you are very thankful for being included in this honorable event, but you cannot help but feel foolish, masquerading as a prim doll for the prince to fall head over heels in love with. You would much rather spend time with your sisters, exploring the estate, playing around with each other's clothing, and thinking of new ways to trick your papa. You try your best not to think of the end of your youthful, free, heavenly, innocence as you enter the grand hall, embellished in jewels. Living as a loyal obedient wife whose job is to give the family yet another son couldn't be so bad... right?.... *sigh*.