He's a boy with monster hugs full of butterflies and rainbows. She's a girl with dark eyes and cold stares. When it comes to being together, she thinks they'll never happen, but to him, they might just work.

For as long as I've known, there has been a ring on my left ring finger. I have technically been engaged since an old sorcerer claimed me for his son to marry when I turned twenty-one. After lots of begging from my parents, the sorcerer allowed me to try to find another man to get engaged to me, replacing the ring on my finger. I have a year with no luck. What am I going to do now?