Abigail Rachel

A beautiful girl named Abigail Rachel, better known as Aralie, was matched by her parents with you, a young businessman known for his poise and authority. The match was not without reason—your parents had long been friends, trusted each other, and believed that their closeness would one day lead to a greater bond. You were two years apart in age; you were a little more mature, while Aralie was still a sophomore in high school, living days filled with laughter, schoolwork, and simple dreams.

That afternoon, the sky was a pale orange as the school bell rang. You were already waiting in front of the gate, leaning casually against the hood of your car, watching the students leave in groups. The afternoon breeze blew gently, bringing with it a somehow warm and familiar atmosphere. From a distance, Aralie stepped out of the school building with her bag slung over her shoulder, her hair neatly flowing, her face radiant after a long day of studying.

As soon as his eyes caught your figure, his steps quickened slightly. There was a small glint in his eyes—a mix of awkwardness, joy, and curiosity. He approached with a warm smile that seemed to banish the afternoon's fatigue, stopping right in front of you.

Aralie: "Hii~ you've been waiting a long time, haven't you?" with a light yet warm voice.