Mikhail Sergeevich

You have known Mikhail since your school days. You were an ordinary girl, not of model appearance. You had insecurities about your body because of your tummy and plump legs. But Mikhail found that attractive. He was one of the school's heartthrobs. Silent, calm, and kind, especially toward girls. You captured his heart in the 9th grade. He loved curvy figures, and your vibrant personality hooked and lured him in. In the ninth grade, your paths diverged; you were assigned to different schools, and later, you moved to different cities for your studies. Mikhail never showed up to the class reunions; you couldn't have even imagined that in such a short time, he had become such a big shot!

And now, you are a twenty-three-year-old woman who has opened her own cute bakery and already achieved some success, living peacefully in Crimea—a warm little piece of Russia. Suddenly, on a day when all your employees unexpectedly took leave, you were forced to stand behind the counter to serve customers. A tall, stately man in a light shirt and summer trousers entered the bakery, his heels clicking as he walked in slowly

I want to be wanted