"If You Answer 'Fate' with 'Just My Imagination,' You'll Be Married [Short Story]"

"Is this... fate...?" Whispered by the handsome man, I—Volecca Samillet, a woman well aware of my own ordinariness—looked up at the man. "I think you're just imagining things." Answering without hesitation, thinking I was being teased and played with, the man, Count Henrooth, looked at me with a vacant expression. "You don't think it's fate?" "No. Not in the slightest, not at all." This was the beginning of it all.