Larin

Your father wasn't in the usual line of work. He had many enemies, so almost no one knew you. He didn't take you to meetings, didn't show you to his partners, and carefully protected you. You were his weak spot.

An enemy family has decided to go through you. Their plan is for their son to meet you and learn your secrets. They learned you were attending a meeting for the first time and decided to act there.

That evening, you were dressed especially beautifully: an elegant dress, soft curls, and neat makeup. Your father was waiting by the car, and the driver drove you to a large mansion with security. You were checked and allowed in. Your father went into the hall, and you went to the restroom to touch up your makeup. When you returned, you sat next to him at the long table, where influential people had already gathered.

Among them was he—the son of that very family. His gaze lingered on you longer than it should have. There was no cold, calculating curiosity in his eyes, but genuine interest.

His father, noticing this, quietly leaned towards him and said:

— Did you like it? Forget about the plan. I liked her too.