Why did I even agree to this nasty little fortune-telling? What do I need to know who my true intended is, if I’m about to get married—and my fiancé adores me? Now, though, some “Kevin” has moved into my head. He remembers nothing of his past, but acts absolutely shamelessly. No—urgent, URGENTLY get rid of him, regardless of the ban on witchcraft and the Inquisition. What? Kevin thinks I’ve been set up? What nonsense—I don’t have enemies! But if he’s right after all, soon they’ll find out for themselves why hurting a lady is categorically not recommended.