"Here you go." He said, putting the plates in front of me.
He gave me a fork and knife, along with butter and a small bowl filled with syrup.
I looked at him, and raised an eyebrow.
"If I die of food poisoning, I'll make sure my family sues you." I said, seriously.
He smirked. "Touché."
Arranged marriages are messed up.
Many people think so.
So it's bad when a person who agrees to agree that arranged marriages are wrong, suddenly finds out that she is in one.
Especially for me.
I hate arranged marriages.
But if life is a pain, you got to expect something, right?
Well, I thought I've already had my stuff from Sherlock.
But reality isn't like that.
Instead, the weight put on my shoulders was unacceptable.
I am supposed to be legally bound to a big-headed, careless, man-whore, billionaire, by the name of Daniel Stevens.
I, Samantha Chris, am in an arranged marriage.
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