愛┊In which, you're forced into an
を┊ arranged marriage with the one man
楽┊ you can't stand, Armin Arlert,
し┊ the upcoming king.
む┊-𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ status :: ongoing ࿐ྂ
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001.
"Maybe further to the right? No, left.." You lightly bit your bottom lip as your friend, Veda, moved around a sign to your preference, "Okay how about to the right—" You spoke before being interrupted, "Y/n! Come on, we've been doing this for 10 minutes!" She complained, pinning the sign to the wall before stepping down the ladder and adjusting her shirt. "This event has to be perfect, Veda. It's for Kami Altria! She could boost my career." You stated, looking at the sign and deciding to just leave it how it was for now. Kami Altria was a world renowned fashion designer and she was doing a launch party for her new pieces and she wanted you to host the event.
It was a big job and you were hesitant at first but you decided to take it. If this event goes well, it could help your career tremendously. You were an event planner and while you did make good money and had good clientele, you wouldn't mind being more popular and involved in the industry. It was more so a side job that became your full time job when you left the L/n household. As you were about to speak again, your phone rang. Grabbing it from your pocket, your face shot up with surprise as you saw who was calling.
"Hi, Dad." You greeted, walking away from where you and Veda were and to a small hallway in the venue. "Why are you so echoey? Where are you?"His deep voice rumbled over the line, ignoring your greeting. "I'm at work, Dad. What's wrong?" You responded to which your father let out a heavy sigh. Your father believed your event planning job to be stupid. You were meant to be invited to the parties and not the other way around is something your father reminded you anytime you spoke about work. It was annoying and tiring how much he had to say about your line of work.
