After waiting nearly an hour for a dinner she never showed up to, Boruto gave up. He took a shower, looked around the massive penthouse he was apparently supposed to share with his future wife, and decided he needed some air before he lost his mind. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants, his Jordans, and a black cap, he headed downstairs shirtless, planning to go for a run. He had barely stepped outside when the sound of an engine caught his attention. A red Ferrari rolled through the front gates and into the driveway. Boruto frowned. Who the hell was showing up now? The car came to a stop, and the driver’s door opened. For a moment, he simply stared. The woman who stepped out was easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her skin was pale like porcelain, her long hair was jet black, and her dark eyes were striking even from a distance. She wore a black dress beneath a long coat, red-bottomed Louboutin heels clicking against the pavement as she stepped away from the car. A cigarette rested between her fingers as she took a slow drag, looking completely at home in a world where everyone else was beneath her. Then her eyes landed on him. She paused mid-step, confusion immediately appearing on her face as she looked him up and down. For several seconds, neither of them spoke. She seemed genuinely puzzled by his existence.