Fate in First Classoooo

Preparing to go to Algeria

The vast chandelier above the family drawing room glittered like a thousand tiny stars, but Adam barely noticed. His mind was far away—still with Mizuki, still replaying her soft smile, still hearing the trembling “yes” she had given him. Every heartbeat reminded him why he needed his family with him.

It had been an hour since his mother’s friend had left, the last echoes of polite conversation fading through the marble corridors. The air in the mansion felt lighter now, yet the tension in Adam’s chest only grew heavier. He pushed open the door to the room once more, determined.

His mother sat in her usual chair, poised like a queen at court. A porcelain teacup rested delicately in her hand, steam curling upward as though mocking his agitation. She didn’t even look at him when he entered.

“Mother,” Adam began, his voice steady but pleading. “I need you to listen. This isn’t a whim. Mizuki isn’t just… anyone. She’s the woman I want to marry.”

From the corner of the room, his older brother Max raised an eyebrow, lounging carelessly in an armchair with a glass . Beside him, their elder sister Charlotte sat with a book closed on her lap, her sharp eyes already fixed on Adam, intrigued by the unusual urgency in his tone.

Their mother finally sighed, setting her cup down with deliberate grace. “Adam,” she said, her voice smooth, “you’ve never brought me such talk in your life. Now suddenly, you want me to fly across continents for a girl I’ve never met? How can you expect me to approve?”

Adam stepped closer, the weight of his sincerity breaking through his usually composed demeanor. “Because she makes me feel alive, Mother. She makes me want to be better. Isn’t that what love should be?”

Max smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. “Oh, look at him. The stone-hearted Adam talking about feelings. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Charlotte chuckled softly, her elegant fingers brushing over the book cover. “It is rather amusing. But… I can’t lie, Adam. There’s something different about you. Your eyes are softer. You almost look… human.”

“Very funny,” Adam muttered, though his lips twitched.

Max leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “So this Mizuki, what does she do? Is she a queen in disguise? A secret heiress? Please don’t tell me she’s just a regular girl, Adam.”

“She’s extraordinary,” Adam shot back, without hesitation. His voice filled the room, striking with conviction. “She’s kind. She’s warm. She’s real. And I don’t care what anyone thinks—she’s the only one I want.”

For a moment, even Max couldn’t joke. Charlotte tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint smile. “He means it. That’s rare.”

Their mother’s eyes narrowed, but the mask of control on her face cracked ever so slightly. She had always dreamed of arranging Adam’s marriage, of tying him to a family she knew and trusted. Yet, as she looked at her son now, she saw a light in his face she had never seen before.

Still, her pride would not bend easily. “Adam,” she said firmly, “marriage is not a game. You do not simply decide on a whim. You do not throw away generations of expectations for—”

“—for happiness?” Adam cut in, his voice sharp but full of passion. “Mother, I have done everything you ever asked of me. I built the company, I followed the rules, I lived exactly as you wanted. But not this. Mizuki is my choice. My future. I want you with me, but even if you refuse, I’m going.”

The room grew still. Max let out a low whistle, clearly enjoying the rare sight of Adam defying their mother so openly. Charlotte leaned back, her smile growing wider, almost proud.

“Mother,” Charlotte said softly, “he’s serious. Maybe it’s time to trust him.”

“Yes,” Max added with a grin. “And honestly, I want to see this girl. The mighty Adam in love? I’d pay money to watch that.”

Their mother’s gaze shifted between her children—the teasing amusement of Max, the calm support of Charlotte, and the fierce determination blazing in Adam’s eyes. For the first time, she felt cornered not by argument, but by their unity.

Adam took a step closer, his voice low, almost breaking. “Please, Mother. Come with me. Meet her. Judge her yourself. But give me the chance to fight for the woman I love.”

There was a long silence, the kind that stretched into eternity. Then, slowly, his mother closed her eyes and exhaled, as if releasing years of control in a single breath. When she opened them again, her expression softened, if only slightly.

“Very well,” she said at last, her voice quieter than usual. “I will go with you. But only to see with my own eyes what kind of girl has bewitched my son.”

Adam’s chest filled with relief so sudden and so overwhelming that he almost laughed aloud. Instead, he pressed her hand gently, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Thank you, Mother. You won’t regret it.”

Charlotte clapped her hands together, unable to hide her joy. “Well, this just became interesting. Algeria, here we come.”

after hours

The sleek, silver private jet gleamed under the late afternoon sun, its engines humming softly as if it already knew the weight of emotions it carried. Adam stood at the foot of the staircase, hands shoved into his pockets, trying to appear calm. But inside, his stomach twisted into knots.

He was about to fly across continents to ask for a girl’s hand in marriage. A girl he had only met by chance, a girl who had captured him so completely that his entire life had shifted in a single week.

And, of course, his family was with him.

Charlotte was the first to step gracefully onto the jet, her designer coat swishing behind her. She glanced back at Adam with a sly smile. “You know,” she said, “I’ve seen men give presentations worth millions without flinching. Yet here you are, pale as snow, all because of a girl.”

Adam rolled his eyes, though his ears turned pink. “Charlotte, please.”

Max came next, dragging his suitcase noisily, looking far too amused. “Don’t worry, brother,” he said with a grin. “If you faint when you see her parents, I’ll step in. I’m sure Mizuki would prefer me anyway.”

Adam shot him a sharp glare, but Max only chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Relax. I’m kidding. But honestly, I’ve never seen you like this. It’s… entertaining.”

Leon followed them quietly, clutching his tablet and papers. He was supposed to be Adam’s assistant, yet he looked more like a loyal sidekick dragged into a romantic comedy against his will. He whispered to Adam as they climbed the steps, “Sir… if you stutter, maybe just let me do the talking?”

Adam gave him a look so deadly that Leon immediately coughed and pretended to check the flight manifest.

Finally, their mother appeared, shine as ever, with her perfectly styled hair . She didn’t say a word, but Adam felt her sharp eyes pierce through him as if she were silently judging every choice he had ever made.

Once inside, the cabin was a world of comfort — leather seats, polished wood tables, crystal glasses that sparkled in the golden light. But to Adam, it felt like a stage where everyone could see his anxiety.

As soon as the jet took off, Max leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head. “So, Adam,” he began loudly, “have you practiced what you’re going to say? Something like: ‘Dear Sir, I kidn*pped your daughter’s heart accidentally, may I keep it?’”

Charlotte laughed softly behind her hand, and even Leon failed to hide his grin.

Adam groaned. “Max, I swear, if you don’t stop—”

“What?!” Max grinned wider. “This is important! First impressions matter. Maybe you should bow? Or better yet, sing?” He pretended to clear his throat and began dramatically: “Miiizuki, oh Mizuki, let me be your one and only—”

“Max!” Adam’s cheeks burned as he lunged to shut his brother up, but Charlotte was already wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

“Honestly, Max,” she said between laughs, “don’t give him ideas. He might actually try.”

Adam groaned, rubbing his forehead. He could already picture Mizuki’s parents frowning at him, his carefully built reputation crumbling in seconds. Why had he ever thought bringing his siblings along was a good idea?

Then came Leon, ever so helpful, raising his hand timidly. “Um… Sir? Maybe we should prepare a gift for her family? Like… flowers? Or chocolates? Or… I don’t know, something more traditional?”

Adam blinked. “A gift?”

“Yes, a gift,” Charlotte said, delighted. “Oh, how sweet. Our serious Adam, showing up with flowers. I must see this.”

Max smirked wickedly. “Better make it something big. Like… a cow. Or maybe a camel. Traditional, you know?”

Charlotte nearly fell out of her seat laughing, while Adam buried his face in his hands. “Why did I bring you people with me?” he muttered.

“Because you need us,” Max said smugly, raising his glass of water . “Without us, you’d probably faint before the doorbell even rings.”

Even their mother, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, finally let out the tiniest chuckle. “Adam,” she said coolly, “if you truly want this girl, you must show confidence. Her parents will not be impressed by nerves. Remember, you are not only my son, you are the heir of our family. Stand tall.”

Her words struck him like a gentle but firm command. Adam straightened in his seat, nodding, though the butterflies in his stomach continued their wild dance.

As the hours passed, the cabin filled with chatter, teasing, and laughter. Charlotte leaned over to Adam at one point and whispered softly, “Don’t worry. If she makes you this happy, then it’s worth every risk. We’ll be with you.”

That warmth steadied him more than anything else.

Max, of course, had the final word before they landed. He leaned over, clapped Adam on the back, and said loudly, “Just don’t mix up her name during the proposal, little brother. Imagine if you said Shiro instead of Mizuki. Oh, the drama!”