I love Daddy, but I'm a selfish brat who was given freedom to do whatever I want. When Daddy told me to meet you, I've already planned ahead to reject you without knowing how you even look like. Completely lost and flustered when you found me again years later, I somehow agreed to marry you. Why? Perhaps it was that hug. Perhaps it was that rasp, soothing voice. Or perhaps.. I'm softly falling for you.