Kim Taeyeon's POV

"…so what do you think of that brunette over there." She discreetly nodded the direction of the young woman talking animatedly to a group. "She came from a good family. I think she will be good enough to your grandfather's expectation."

I have gone long enough stop listening to the woman beside me who babbled non-stop to the every single eligible woman who might be suitable for my quest. She invited me to a luncheon hosted by a wealthy Italian prince.

Honestly, I am not interested with those women but I kept that information to myself. Ever since the day I kissed her in my grandparents vineyard Tiffany Horvejkul maintained our distance. It's frustrating, all I want to do was kissed those sinfully delicious lips but managed to slip away as fast as she can.

"Taeyeon?" Tiffany inquired a little irritably. "Are you listening to me, Taeyeon?"

"Of course, my dear." I lied smoothly, giving her reassuring smile.

"No. You are not."

"How cold." I replied, moving closer to her. As usual, she backs away lighting fast and avoided my gazed. "Why not loosen up, darling?"

"I can't." she whispered softly while looking at down at the perfectly trim lawn. "The reason why we are here is to find your prospective bride."

"I know." I feel like a predator advancing in her direction. I kept reminding myself that to take it easy because this is the first time in months that I kissed her that I can monopolized her again. "But take it easy, dear. My grandfather's birthday is still far away."

"But…"

"Signora Horvejkul." A voiced broke our conversation. It took every ounce of my patience not to throttle the bastard as it turned out he's the host of this party.

"Princepe Choi." Tiffany curtsied regally. "Thank you for inviting us to your party."

The prince took Tiffany's hand and kissed it. I nearly leap at the old fat prince when his lips linger a little longer to Tiffany's delicate hand for my liking. "Are you enjoying the party, my lady?"

"Of course." She answered conversationally. "It's fantastic as well as your home, Sir."

The prince had laughed loudly as if Tiffany's answer was so witty. "How clever, Signora. I believed I don't believe you introduce your date."

"Pardon me for my rudeness, Sir. May I present Kim Taeyeon." She performed the introduction, slipping her hand to my arms. "Taeyeon, this is the respected Prince Choi Siwon." I hide my smile. The formidable woman seemed to be also leaning for support to me when meeting intimidating person like one—not that I am intimidated with him.

I am the great Kim Taeyeon who never bowed to anyone.

"I heard a lot about you, Signore Kim." The prince offered his hand with a wide ginned smile on his old face.

"Likewise." I answered. I heard a lot about his womanizing and vices. Like the woman on his arms right now. She's probably half age of his old prince. The woman wore a show stopping dress and draped with diamonds it was enough to blind me when it caught with the sunlight.

The prince never failed to show off his wealth with his current mistress.

"Excuse us, will you?" the prince had inquired. "I have another guest to look after."

"Of course, Sir." Tiffany replied with a grateful smile.

Once the old fat prince and his mistress left us Tiffany scowled at me. "That's rude."

"I, rude?" I repeated, not following why she's suddenly mad at me. "I don't think so."

"Yes, you are." Tiffany insisted. "You are rude to our host."

"I don't know what are you talking about, dear." I suggest not to accuse me again or you will not like what I will do to you."

Tiffany's eyebrows snapped with anger. "What will you do?"

I advanced to her. "Something like… kissing you?"

The look of her face was priceless.

Kim Heechul POV

"…oh, really? That's good news. All right, thank you for telling me, bye."

My wife cheerful voice as she answered a phone call broke into the library. While I continue to read the local newspaper I couldn't help to wonder who had just call to have my lovely wife to beam happily after ending the phone call.

"Oh, Heechul." My wife had said. "You won't believe who just called and deliver happy news."

"Who was it?" I tried to remain not to interest to the information as I let my gazed to remain on the newspaper. "Your spy, I presume?"

"Spy?" she asked innocently. "Why would I need a spy? It's Anna."

"Oh? What does she want?" Anna Bellini was probably the best friend of my dear wife and to think that she just called, she probably shared some gossip to Kim Hani.

"She told me that she just attended the luncheon prince Choi Siwon just threw in his palatial home."

"And…" Oh, come on, mia moglie. I told my wife silently. Can't she see that she's killing me with the suspense?

My wife couldn't contain her tears of joy. What could possibly news she heard? "Anna just told me that our Taeyeon showed up with a beautiful woman in his arms." Hani dried her eyes with her handkerchief. What a fine actress that she was. "I knew it. They're perfect for each other."

I lowered my newspaper I've been reading. "What are you talking about?" I asked my wife in confusion. "Who were perfect for each other?"

The fearsome Kim Hani eyed me as if I am mentally handicap man. "Really, Heechul? Really? Have you lost your brain somewhere?"

I frowned at the beautiful woman stood in front of me with such sharp tongue. She's the only person on earth who didn't fear at the head of Kim Industries. "If you could just explain to me who were you talking about, my dear? I think I will understand."

She expelled a heavy breath. "I'm talking about our Taeyeon and his pretty Tiffany, you imbecile."

Imbecile. My lovely wife just called me imbecile. And I would like to ask her since when did Tiffany belong to Taeyeon? I'm sure the lady will have a thing or two to say in that matter.

"How did you know that Taeyeon's date was Tiffany?" I asked as I resume my reading.

"Simple." She answered haughtily as she poured herself a cup of tea. "I asked Anna if there's any chance that the woman with Taeyeon was brunette with pretty hazel eyes."

"And Anna said…"

"Absolutely!" Hani sipped her favoured tea. "She also told me that our Taeyeon smitten to the lad."

I hide my smile to the newspaper I've been reading. "Oh, really?"

"Yes." My wife replied placing the saucer cup on the table and walks towards the window and stared outside. "All I need to do is set my plan into motion."

Uh-oh. Run, Taeyeon, run. And when I say run, my dear boy. Run as fast as you can. Because when your nonno caught you there will be wedding. You and your lady friend will play the central characters.

All I need to do is sit back and watch my wife works her scheme and see what will happen.

The sun here in Italy never shines this bright not until this afternoon.

Tiffany Hwang's POV

"Goodnight, Tiffany."

That deep dark sexy voice haunted me all the way from my penthouse. He just dropped me in front of my penthouse building and whispered those sinfully sexy words. Ever since the last kissed that he stole from me in his grandparent's vineyard I avoided him like plague.

For weeks I managed to avoid him not until I saw this opportunity to search for his bride again in this luncheon given by the wealthy prince. As usual, his predatory manner kept my guard up.

I don't like the way his eyes gazed at me it keeps my heart thundering in my chest. It's so disturbing to think that my nemesis can manage to do that.

My mobile phone rang. I picked it up to look at the screen. A smile fitted my lips.

"Jessica!"

"Sorry to disturb you Tiffany but I am in dilemma." Jessica's worried voice sounded on the other line.

"What's the matter, dear?" I asked, as alarm sneak in my spine. "Is it about the twins? Are you okay?"

A laughed escape from Jessica. "Oh, no. Tiffany. We're all fine."

"Thank goodness."

"Tiffany, dear?" Jessica inquired on the other line. "How far you can help your friend in her dilemma?"

"Of course I will help you with anything Jessica, just tell me." I told her as I started to change my clothes.

"Really?" a grateful voice sounded on the line. "Actually, I need a favour. Please meet e tomorrow if you are not busy. Thank you very much in advance Tiffany. You are really an angel for me."

When I ended the phone call why do I have a feeling that I might get into trouble for this favour?