Milk Pansa Vosbein.

(LOVE'S POV!) It was a quiet pizza night. My Limpatiyakorn family had invited the Vosbein family over for dinner, including Richie, a gay guy I got along with really well and we were best friends, and his annoying sister.

Our families spoke frequently since both parents had been best friends since elementary school and I had a great connection with Richie.

Both families had pure blood and were closely linked to royalty, which bequeathed us both a billionaire fortune from both sides of the family; marriage was practiced at the age of 20.

We were both openly lesbian, and we had planned to marry men, but that didn't happen because our families fully accepted and supported the community.

While I thought it would just be a fun dinner between Richie and me, ignoring his boring, self-absorbed sister, while sipping some lemonade, his father, His Highness Pranot Vosbein, blurted out, "Girls, we've spoken for both families. And you're going to get married. "

I spat the lemonade on Richie's shirt. He just looked at me and couldn't stop laughing, falling off his chair as fast as he could. He calmed down, though, when one of his expensive fake nails broke.

Milk covered her face and let out a sound of utter frustration, wanting to die right there.