After my parents died, I became the heir to a huge fortune. To keep from turning into a bargaining chip for greedy relatives, I ran away to study at a military academy, but the deferment I got expired. I must return home and, according to tradition, buy two husband-guardians at an auction. Only other girls who reached adulthood have spent three years observing the candidates, while I have to play blind.
How can you choose in just a couple of minutes the person you’ll live with for your whole life? I decided to trust chance and put all my funds on the first two lots, without even finding out the men’s names. Who knew that luck would decide to offer me its backside? Or maybe it’s not that bad after all?