"Hey dad," Aeyoung greeted him, drawing her steps closer to him. She placed a kiss on his cheeks, darting her way to the seat next across to her father as the waiter immediately pulled it, serving the young lady. She placed her coin purse on top of the table and smiled at him brightly. "Long time no see dad, how've you been?"

"Aeyoung, there's something I've got to tell you."

Aeyoung raised her fingers, catching the attention of the waiter across her. She smiled at him and ordered a glass of wine. It took a few seconds for the waiter to take her order. The credits all goes to her mesmerizing beauty and her alluring charisma.

Aeyoung spent her life in Paris studying her passion, fashion designing. Well, thanks to her passion, it brought out the inner and outer beauty of Moon Aeyoung, the vibrance that was lurking beneath her that nobody would have expected.

In just a few moments, the waiter placed a glass in her table, pouring the wine into it. Aeyoung smiled at the waiter and picked up the glass of wine, drinking bit by bit as she looked at her dad intently. 

"So, dad, mind telling me what this is all about?" She asked as her fingertips remained on the glass, she was carresing the tip of the bottle when her dad finally spoke, "you're getting married."

"What?"

"I said," he started, hesitant to continue, "you're getting married but darling this is just a proposal. I can cancel it anytime  just say the word honey, anyway it's just-"

"No, actually, it's fine." Aeyoung picked up her glass and drank once more. "But can you at least tell me the background of my lucky-husband-to-be?" She asked, grinning at him, as if none of it mattered to her. 

Well, truthfully, it doesn't.

Because she knew the price as the heiress.

The tip of her glass touched her lips and her father replied, "The heir of Chaebyul Enterprises, that's whom you're getting married to. His father told me that you both went to the same school so -"

"Chaebyul?" She eyed her father and she suddenly placed the glass on the table. "What's the heir's name? What's his name?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed, a part of her wants to remain silent but the other half wants to know everything.

"Luhan, Xi Luhan." Her father told her, shaking his head. "We just don't trust each other. You know that they are our greatest rival, honey. And an arranged marriage would be the only thing that could reassure us both. If you want to cancel the wedding we can make arrangements and -"

"No," Aeyoung smiled at her father and shook her head. She darted her gaze into the glass, as she played with it by her fingers, "I think..." She started as a smirk slowly forms on her lips, "I think it's perfect. That would be perfect, dad." She smiled at him and nod reassuringly.

That would be so. ing. perfect. 

credits to micrographia <3