By the time my flight landed, it was already ten in the morning. A tall man in a black overcoat stood waiting at the arrivals gate, a bouquet of champagne roses in his hands.
It was Julian Garrison, the eldest son of the Garrison family and, on paper, my arranged marriage fiancé.
The truth was, Julian and I weren't complete strangers. We had attended the same high school. He was two years ahead of me and one of the most well-known students on campus.
After graduation, he went abroad to study and eventually took over the family business. Our paths rarely crossed after that.
Half a month ago, my mother had called and cautiously asked whether I would consider an arranged marriage with the Garrison family.
At the time, I had been watching Ryan in the kitchen patiently coaching Mia through
