Synopsis
Born into a family where daughters existed for one purpose — to carry on the bloodline — I had reached my twenties without much to show for it. Spread out before me were nearly fifty photographs of men. All candidates my father had gathered. Some had come forward on their own, eyeing my father's business. Others were put forward to cement alliances between companies. Different reasons, same outcome — I was to pick one, marry him, and produce a child. That was the only role this household had ever assigned me. I don't think I'm capable of loving someone. It…
