“I need a wife!” the stranger announced, bursting into my tea shop.
Inside, a storm started brewing, and instinct took over my body. The prophecy that ruined my life came back for payment again. My groom will come in gray—and after that he will crush my life into dust. All these years, I’ve been hiding from him to avoid an unfortunate fate.
And now he arrives, declares that he wants to find a wife, and urgently needs a matchmaker.
Wait—marry my groom off to someone else? That’s a thought!