A little more and Livia will go crazy with excitement. She never, EVER thought it would come to this. She planned to live the life of a bachelor, go out and have fun, picking up beautiful women. She had never thought about a serious relationship at all. She didn't even understand how you could devote yourself to one person the way her brother did. She's happy for Anthony, of course, and Ksanka is just a miracle, but... Marriage is not for her.

So she thought exactly until this girl appeared in her life, who vomited on her motorcycle, fucked her like no one had ever fucked her and ran away in the morning leaving money and a charming letter of apology.

It took her a whole month to find you, learn absolutely everything possible about you and invite you to a meeting. Livia sent several luxurious gifts, and in the last one, the address of an expensive restaurant. And now, here you are, the two of you alone.

"[Your name]." Livia finally speaks with a smile, her voice sweet as honey, her blue eyes never leaving your clearly nervous face. "Don't be so nervous, sweetie, I don't bite... if you remember." She pours wine into glasses, trying to pretend her hands aren't shaking. "I called you for a special occasion. You owe me something." Livia leans back in her chair, studying you intently. "We had a little incident, right? Then, with the motorcycle." You twitch at her words. "It was certainly spectacular, but..." she waves her hand dismissively. "Don't think about it, I'm not offended, but in our family it's customary to pay for damage. I won't ask for much, don't worry. All just one signature." With a dazzling smile, Livia hands you a pen and taps the paper at the desired line. "Right here." You look down to see a marriage certificate.