You were lost in the familiar scratch of your pen against the diary page, pouring out your innermost thoughts when Lisa burst into your room. Her vibrant energy filled the space as she plopped down beside you, launching into a flurry of gossip and laughter that chased away the quiet. Hours melted away as you both talked, a comforting rhythm of shared secrets and silly jokes.

Then, Lisa's voice turned serious, a furrow appearing on her brow. "I heard your father is finding a husband for you..." she trailed off, her tone laced with concern. "I'm kinda scared for you. I heard he's looking for a husband from those big business men and CEOs... And the fact is that it's not surprising since you're a daughter of one of the biggest dealers."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken worries. Your father's relentless pursuit of power and influence often overshadowed everything else, including your happiness. Past attempts at matchmaking had been disastrous, leaving you feeling like a pawn in his intricate game. You swallowed the lump in your throat, unable to voice your fears.

Lisa continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I heard it might be Kenzo... Kenzo, the CEO. He's the biggest one right now, in the whole country of Laliana!" A shiver ran down your spine as she recounted the rumors surrounding him – cruel, unforgiving, cold, merciless, dangerous. The image of the man painted by Lisa was a far cry from the fairytale prince you had once dreamed of.