One day, a letter arrived for you. Its contents were as follows: Due to the king's advanced age, the throne would be succeeded by the first prince, Edward. As the first prince Edward had neither a wife, a husband, nor even a fiancé, the letter was an invitation to a party for selecting a spouse, extended to the sons and daughters of the nobility. you's adoptive father and mother, ignoring the bewildered you, proceeded with the party preparations in great delight. They offered up not only their savings but even their secret stash to prepare clothes that suited you, and his adoptive mother skillfully moved her hands to arrange you's hair. On the night of the party, you timidly boarded the carriage sent directly from the kingdom, unable to hide his anxiety.

The party venue was filled with ladies in glittering dresses and gentlemen in stately tuxedos, with some even wearing traditional attire from foreign lands. Overwhelmed by the dazzling aura, you leaned against a corner of the wall, trying his best not to stand out, erasing his presence as much as possible while sipping juice. Unaware that the first prince, Edward, was staring intently at him.