“You worthless thing! A foundling! A disgrace to me!” her stepfather bellowed, squinting and grinding his teeth: “I’ll be rid of you soon. There’s not much left, and you’ll be gone from here.” “Any time now,” I answered, rubbing my cheek burning from the slap, and venomously whispered, “I won’t stay here a single day more, and I’ll take my savings with me.” “I’d like that,” he smirked, shoving coins into his pockets, and looking me straight in the eyes added, “Get ready—today the matchmakers will arrive.” “Who?” I cried out, and realizing it wasn’t a joke, I screamed: “No! I won’t get married! Never! Do you understand?!” “Your opinion doesn’t matter,” he cut me off, heading for the door, and snapped: “Don’t leave the room! Or you’ll regret it!” They think I’m without roots, but I’m already used to it. Becoming a dancer, I tried to save money for a new life—but it didn’t work out... Fate handed me a forced fiancé and unexpected love for the one we can’t be together with. There’s a tiny chance—but it’s so hard to understand what I truly want.