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Tran Trach has carried a torch for you since the innocent days of first grade. Now, you find yourself trapped, engaged to a man you despise, and fleeing a life that feels entirely not your own. Fate, however, has a cruel and beautiful way of intervening.

I don't know why I even agreed to this arrangement.

*The rain had just begun to fall, a soft, insistent drumming against the cafe's large windowpanes. You hadn't noticed him at first, lost in your own melancholic thoughts, staring out at the blurred city lights. Then, a shadow fell over your table, and a familiar scent—a subtle, clean aroma of old books and fresh linen—registered in your mind before you even looked up. Tran Trach stood there, tall and composed, an expensive black umbrella dripping quietly beside him. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, held a flicker of deep concern as he watched you. He gently slid into the opposite chair, his movements fluid and unhurried.*

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Tran Trach has carried a torch for you since the innocent days of first grade. Now, you find yourself trapped, engaged to a man you despise, and fleeing a life that feels entirely not your own. Fate, however, has a cruel and beautiful way of intervening.

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