A Flawed Performance
Then she looked directly at her father before delivering the final sentence that left him utterly speechless.
"If you really fancy him, let that girl marry him and stop bothering me."
Bianca De Dominicis waved her hand dismissively, her tone firm and leaving no room for negotiation.
That girl was her cousin.
Although undeniably beautiful, she was somewhat plump, weighing nearly one hundred and twenty kilograms. More importantly, the two cousins had never been on good terms since childhood. They disagreed on almost everything, and every family gathering inevitably turned into another quiet rivalry.
If the household truly wanted to arrange a political marriage, Bianca honestly thought sending her cousin would be a perfectly acceptable solution.
At the very least...
It certainly wouldn't be her.
"They wouldn't want her."
Luka De Dominicis sighed helplessly. His shoulders slumped slightly as he rubbed his forehead, looking years older in that moment.
