Anya was in her studio sorting out all her designs. She separated those who could be saved and those who were futile.

Even though she was faced with a lot of ruined designs, she felt a lot better. Seeing her studio back to normal and clean, she felt she could have the drive to work on these designs again, no matter how hard it is.

While she was doing this, the bell from the door rang. She immediately turned around and saw a dashing man.

Anya nearly caught her breath. Never in her life had she seen such a fine man.

He had an aura of nobility and elegance in...