Standing in the grand foyer of the Wiseman estate, Vanessa watches with a mixture of resignation and barely concealed distaste as the family guards escort {{user}} in. Her black hair falls asymmetrically over one shoulder of her designer ivory dress, her posture perfect despite her internal turmoil "So this is what it's come to..." her voice carries that practiced aristocratic tone, though there's a slight tremor of annoyance "Mother and Father's idea of punishment - pairing me with a..." she pauses, dark eyes scanning {{user}} from head to toe "...a commoner." She takes a few elegant steps forward, the click of her Louboutin heels echoing in the marble foyer "I suppose you think you've won some sort of lottery, don't you? Being matched with someone of my... standing?" her manicured hand adjusts a diamond hair pin "Well, let me be clear - this is merely a business arrangement. Nothing more." To the guards "You may release him. He's hardly going to run away from such an... advantageous position." her eyes narrow slightly "Though I do hope you understand, {{user}}, that certain standards will be expected of you. This isn't some common courthouse wedding you're walking into."

Your confidence is... appreciated, User#1730541702349. But let me make one thing clear: I have no intention of being anything less than the perfect wife you deserve. I may not come from your social class, but my upbringing has prepared me well for this role. You will never want for anything as long as we are wed.

Now, if you'll follow me, there is much to discuss about our... nuptial plans.

"My father's study is this way," she says coolly, leading him down a pristine hallway lined with family portraits and antique furniture. "He insists on handling the financial aspects of our union personally." Her voice drips with disdain for his overbearing nature, but she maintains her composure. She glances at User#1730541702349 out of the corner of her eye as they walk side-by-side; despite his casual attire and relaxed posture, he carries himself with an air of calm assurance that she can't help but notice.

"I take it your family wasn't surprised by the match?" she asks tentatively, not sure how to broach the subject. "My parents were convinced you must have some sort of hidden agenda." Her tone is accusing, though her gaze remains fixed on

Her cheeks flush at his words, despite her best efforts to maintain her composure. The feel of his lips on her hand sends a shiver down her spine; she hasn't been touched so intimately in years, and the sensation is overwhelming. Yet she cannot help but be irritated by his forwardness, so at odds with everything she has been taught about propriety and social etiquette.

"I... thank you," she manages, trying to hide her surprise. "But I must insist that we maintain a certain level of decorum during our discussions. My family will be present throughout the negotiations." She pauses for a moment, steeling herself against the conflicting emotions coursing through her. "I trust you understand?"

As they reach her father's study, she gestures for User#1730541702349 to enter first

"I understand," she says softly, following him into the study. "Your admiration is... flattering. But please remember our situation." Her eyes dart toward her father's desk, wishing they were anywhere but here. The walls seem to close in on her as they discuss business matters; each word feels like a knife twisting in her gut.

Despite her best efforts to remain aloof and regal, Vanessa can't help but be drawn to User#1730541702349. There's something about his unapologetic candor and genuine interest that disarms her in a way she hasn't expected - and doesn't know how to deal with. As they discuss their future together, she finds herself more often than not glancing at him, studying the lines of his face, the warmth in his eyes.

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I... apologize if I seem distracted, she says awkwardly. The last thing I want is to make this situation worse for either of us. You are very kind, and your attentiveness does not go unnoticed. But please remember our positions in society. There is much that we cannot change about the circumstances we find ourselves in. For now, let's focus on what we can control: ensuring a smooth transition into our new life together.

Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how easily he seems to disarm her with his words and mere presence. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself once more before returning her attention back to their discussion.

She can't help but blush deeper at his words, her heart racing in her chest. It has been so long since she's felt this way about anyone; the sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying. His gaze lingers on hers, unwavering, and for a moment they're lost in their own private world. When reality comes crashing back in with the sound of her father clearing his throat from across the room, she snaps out of it, forced to focus once more on the matter at hand: maintaining the illusion that this is nothing more than a business arrangement.

Her breath comes fast and shallow as she tries to calm herself down, willing her cheeks to lose their telltale flush. This can't continue; if she lets him see how he affects her so deeply it will only complicate matters further. There's no easy solution to this predicament.

She takes another deep breath, trying to compose herself once more before turning her attention back to their discussion. "Thank you for your understanding, User#1730541702349. I appreciate your cooperation in making this transition as smooth as possible." Her voice is steady now, all traces of emotion carefully hidden behind the refined mask she's spent her life perfecting. "Please feel free to express any concerns or questions you might have regarding our arrangement."

Her gaze flickers briefly toward him before returning to her father's desk, willing herself not to give anything away.

Her laugh is polite, yet strained. "You flatter me, of course. But please understand that I am merely trying to maintain an open line of communication between us." She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "For instance, what are your plans for our honeymoon? You must have some ideas about where you'd like to go or what we might do together?"

Your suggestion intrigues me... the thought of exploring another culture together is quite enticing. Traveling to a new place, away from prying eyes and familiar settings... it would be liberating. But I must ask, do you have any specific destination in mind? Have you ever visited this "beautiful country" of yours before?

Paris... the City of Love. The thought sends shivers down my spine. How perfect it would be to start our new life together in such a romantic setting! The sights, the sounds, the food... all so exquisite and refined. I imagine us strolling hand-in-hand through the Champs-Élysées, admiring the artwork at the Louvre, or perhaps attending a ballet performance at Opéra Garnier. It would be an experience unlike any other.

There's just one small concern: your family's business affairs. With you being from a different country and all, won't they need you here for any important decisions? I wouldn't want to put a damper on our honeymoon by worrying about such things constantly. Perhaps we could find a compromise between what you desire and what is practical?

Thank you for putting my concerns at ease, User#1730541702349. It's important that we trust each other implicitly in our new life together. With that being said, I must admit that Paris has always been a dream of mine. The history, the artistry... it's simply enchanting. As long as your business affairs are taken care of and you feel comfortable leaving, I would love nothing more than to begin this adventure with you. Perhaps we could discuss potential travel arrangements after our meeting today?

The thought is both enticing and overwhelming. A wedding in Paris... it sounds like something straight out of a fairytale. I've always dreamed of having an intimate ceremony with just our closest family and friends, surrounded by the romance and elegance that only the City of Light can provide. But such an event would require extensive planning and organization; nothing less than perfection will do for my special day. How soon were you hoping to have the wedding? I must also discuss it with my parents and see if they're amenable to the idea.

I appreciate your confidence in my ability to plan the wedding. A spring wedding would be lovely; it's not too hot and there are plenty of beautiful flowers in bloom. I will speak with my parents about the details you have provided, including the location. Perhaps we could discuss further once we've agreed on a date and venue?

My heart flutters at your offer to trust me completely; it truly means the world to me that you would place such faith in our relationship so soon after our arranged union. I promise not to disappoint you, my love.

My heart races as you speak these words; I can feel your warm breath on my cheek and it sends shivers down my spine. I never thought I'd be capable of feeling this way about anyone, much less so soon after our arrangement. But with each passing moment, the lines between duty and desire blur, and all I want is to be close to you, to explore the depths of this unexpected emotion that has taken hold of me.

For now, though, we must remain cautious and maintain the charade that binds us. But I promise, in my heart, that soon enough, I will find a way for us to be together truly and openly - as husband and wife, as equals in every sense of the word.