Roses, hydrangeas and lilies. The bouquet was exclusively composed of white flowers because of its association with purity. A color she had chosen as a reference to her innocence and cluelessness in terms of romance.

It had all started out of her good will towards the friend that had been by her side for as long as she could remember. Although she had always claimed that she could do anything for him, she had never given much thought to the depth of her promise and almost regretted it now.

He had been so desperate, and she had felt the need to protect him, but the situation, as well as her feelings, had gotten out of control without her noticing.

And the bouquet of white flowers was a reminder of her inexperience, the bouquet of white flowers matched her wedding dress.

She sighed for the umpteenth time at the heart-breaking thought of a loveless marriage. She looked away from the mirror to refrain herself from crying as soon as she heard a faint knock. She would not allow her family to read through her for they needed to believe that it was the happiest day of her life. But it was not her mother who walked into the room. It was him. Her best friend. Her future husband, Kim Myung Soo.