Mia’s mom tells her to get ready for dinner with friends, providing a dress (specifying dress code). Nevertheless, Mia feels something fishy behind her mom’s enthusiasm and asks why the dinner is suddenly. Her mother answers, just for friends. Do not pretend that you have not even had a dinner party at home for your friends.” unwilling to yield to the argument Mia says “Okay” and returns to prepare herself.
Ethan and his parents reach Mia’s house and upon seeing their destination, he asks a question to his parents regarding their purpose of visiting. His father shoots back, “I told you that we were having dinner with friends and for a second, would you stop asking me questions?”
The door opens just then, revealing Mrs. Anderson. She greets them cheerfully, and Mrs. Anderson says “Ethan, it’s nice to see you again,” and he smiles and says, “Same here, Mrs. Anderson,” and they all settle themselves on the couch; Ethan’s eyes are searching in the room for something are for someone.
At that very moment, Mia pops up from the upstairs. She stands frozen in shock as she sees before her mom Ethan and his parents, and her sense tells her that something is wrong with this picture; Ethan would be sitting right there with his family.
Cautiously, Mia said ‘hi’ to Ethan and his family. Mia’s mom tells her to sit next to Ethan. Her eyes are fixed on her mother, they are full of fire, but her mother doesn’t turn to her. She is discussing something with Ethan’s parents.
Mia asks Ethan, ‘Why are you here?’ Ethan says, ‘I came for dinner.’ Mia, always quick with her questions, replies, ‘Then you knew you were coming here for dinner?’ Why didn’t you tell me?"
He said, “I don’t know. I was going to visit your home. As soon as our car just halted at your house, I knew it. How can you expect me to tell you?” I assumed that you were aware of this. Mia replies, “If I knew, I wouldn’t ask that question.”
Ethan snaps back, “You have no time to think from both sides.” Did you begin asking questions at what time? And all that you do is to remark, “Why didn’t you tell me you were visiting my house?’ Is that a question or a statement?”
During their conversation, their parents comment, ‘They seem ideal for each other. We must inform them that we are planning their marriage.’ Interrupting their question-and-answer rounds, Mia and Ethan look at each other quizzically.
Their parents announced We are arranging your arranged marriage! This was a shocking statement for both Mia and Ethan. They stare at each other–tangled in unspoken shock–and then turn to their parents with looks of astonishment. At the same time, they state, “No, what are you talking about? You must be kidding, aren’t you, Mia? Mia asks her mom, to which Ethan laughs and says, “Yeah, they are joking, right, Mom and Dad, to interrupt our conversation?”
His parents nod their heads in no. Mrs. Anderson does the same, all three saying, ‘No, we are not joking. We are serious. You are going to marry each other.’ The seriousness reflected in their parents’ eyes leaves Mia and Ethan dumbstruck.
Mia stammers, “We are not…I am not gonna marry Ethan, Mom.” Her mom stands firm. “You are meant for each other, Mia. You seem perfect as a couple, so you will be happy with Ethan.
Mia states, “You cannot organize my marriage. I already have work, and I am still young, Mom. I recall that we discussed it earlier.
Looking at Mia conversing with her mom, Ethan turns at his parents, who share the sentiment. They say only two words: ‘Mia is a great catch, Ethan. She’s perfect for you and a lawyer.’
Ethan intervenes, telling them to stop. They glance at him. “I want to talk with Mia first in private.”
Mia stares back and thinks, “Is he crazy or what?!” she says, “No, I am not going to talk to you alone.”
Disregarding her response, her mom cuts in and orders, “Mia, go and talk to Ethan privately. Come on.” Mia unwillingly went to her room, and Ethan follows her.
They get to Mia’s bedroom, and Ethan looks around somewhat uncomfortably. Mia stares at him in silence, but he remains silent. She remarks, ‘You think I will consent to marriage if we talk in private? No, you are dreaming.
Ethan sarcastically says,” judging again, you should have been a judge, Mia, not a lawyer."
“What, do I laugh in response to this?” she asks.
He answers, “No, I mean it”.
Mia states, “So I am serious. I will not marry you.
He tells her not to interrupt him straightaway. She indicates for him to go on, “What if we marry each other on the behalf that it would be done for our parents’ sake?” We seem to be bonded to the world, but in truth, we are relieved of that marriage. We can do whatever we like to ourselves. I am also fed up with all this marriage talk to my parents, and you seem to be the same. So–why don’t we put an end to this nagging?
As he rushed to the parking lot, his heart raced. When he reached Mia's car, he noticed it was still there. He hesitated for a moment before rushing over, his mind racing with worry.Inside, Mia was hiding her face in her hands, tears escaping despite her efforts to remain composed. Setting aside her own emotions, Olivia sat beside her, asking "Mia? Are you okay?"a comforting presence but clearly concerned.Memories of that morning flooded back—how they had started the day together.***Flashback to the Morning***Mia had woken Ethan by shaking him gently. "Ethan, get up."He groaned, pulling her closer. "It's Sunday. Let me sleep.""You can sleep later! I’m hungry. Make some pancakes," she insisted."Go prepare yourself and let me sleep," he mumbled."How am I going to prepare breakfast if you’re holding me?" she replied playfully.He reluctantly removed his hands from her waist but didn’t get up. "Ethan, I want your special pancakes." She said."Mia, I’ll make them when I wake up."
Ethan frowned, confused. “What are you talking about, Olivia?”“Just Mia’s friend,” she said, her voice steady but her words cutting. “Not yours. That’s how you see me? Just someone you tolerate because of Mia?”Her words landed like a blow, and Ethan felt the heat rise in his chest. “That’s not what I meant—”She held up a hand, stopping him. “Because it sure sounds like that’s all I am to you. Mia’s best friend. Nothing more.” Her gaze bore into his, searching for something, and when she didn’t find it, she let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “I guess I was wrong to think we’d gotten past that. I thought you genuinely want us to be friends.”“Olivia, I didn’t mean it like that,” Ethan said quickly, his voice edged with panic.“Didn’t you?” she countered, her tone sharper now, though it wavered slightly at the end. “Because it’s starting to feel like the only reason you even bother with me is because of Mia.”“Liv,” Mia chimed in, stepping forward, but Olivia shook her head.“No, Mia,
Ethan got ready for work, the morning sun warming his bedroom. As he buttoned his shirt, he couldn't stop thinking about last night—dinner with Olivia, her playful smile —especially that goodbye kiss on his cheek that somehow felt like more.As he adjusted his uniform, he heard the soft click of footsteps. Mia appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed and a curious expression on her face. “So,” she began, her tone casual but with an edge of curiosity, “how was your date with Liv last night?” Ethan froze for a split second before regaining his composure. He didn’t turn to face her, instead focusing on his reflection. “It was fine,” he said simply, his voice steady. “Fine?” Mia repeated, raising an eyebrow. She stepped further into the room, her arms still crossed. “That’s all you’ve got? Fine?” Ethan finally turned to her, shrugging. “We talked. We ate. Nothing new.” Mia studied him, her look sharp. “You didn’t say much when you got home last night. Now you’re being all vague abou
“Even if it’s not love,” Olivia finished for him, her tone neutral but her eyes watching him closely. She saw the way his expression shifted—hesitation, maybe even guilt.“I don’t know,” Ethan said after a pause, his voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe in some ways I thought after the marriage with Mia, everything is normal in our relationship. Or maybe it’s just me trying to make sense of it all.”Olivia forced a smile, though her chest tightened at his words. So, he might already have feelings for Mia she thought, her earlier confidence shaken. She had thought tonight would give her clarity—about Ethan, about the way he looked at her with a mix of fascination and restraint. But now, it felt as though they were wading into murkier waters, and she wasn’t sure either of them knew the way out.“That’s fair,” she composed her emotions. With a forced smile. “It’s okay, Ethan, not to have all the answers yet. Sometimes, they come when you least expect them.”He studied her for a moment, a
“Let’s see if you can keep your cool,” Olivia whispered, her voice like velvet, “or if I can make you crack.”Ethan felt his throat go dry again, but he forced himself to keep his composure. “You can try,” he said, his tone daring, though his eyes gave away his growing fascination. “But just remember, I’m not that easy to break.”“Oh, I know,” Olivia replied, her voice barely a whisper now, low and dripping with intent. She reached out, her fingers trailing over his hand, the touch sending a shiver up his spine. “But I think tonight I might just be willing to make an exception for you.” Ethan’s breath hitched as Olivia’s fingers lingered on his hand, her touch light yet electric. It was an innocent enough gesture, but the subtle caress held layers of unspoken meaning, each one laced with both temptation and danger. He knew she was testing him, pushing just far enough to see if he’d push back.He cleared his throat, pulling his hand back just slightly as he took a long sip of his wine
Ethan sat at the restaurant, checking his watch and looking around, he replayed his conversation with Olivia. When he’d called earlier, offering to pick her up, she’d insisted on taking her own car, explaining it would make it easier for them to go home separately—just in case he got an urgent call. She didn’t want him to have to detour, dropping her off if he needed to rush off for duty. It struck him how considerate she was, understanding the demands of his job as a police officer, and he felt a genuine respect for her. It was rare, he thought, to meet someone who truly understood the importance of that responsibility.Mia, She got it too. She understood what it meant to live with the phone, always within reach, always waiting for the next call. Yet, sometimes, she’d throw in a small performance in-front of his mom, acting like he puts the job first—something that amused and bewildered him in equal measure. She would sigh, casting him that theatrical, sidelong look, as if he was the