"I don't want to know, but when we went to Antony's proposal, you already brought a candidate!" Her mother's shout welcomed Altezza at the breakfast table.
"Candidate for what, Mom? A wife candidate for Antony?" Altezza teased, met with her mother's scorn.
"A wife candidate for you, Altezza. Not for Antony. It's clear he has Claire to propose to." Her mother replied grumblingly.
Last night, after returning from Adaline's residence, Altezza chose to go back to her parents' house with the intention of announcing that she had proposed to someone. But her plan was postponed as it turned out both of her parents were already asleep.
And now, her mother was nagging her again about a prospective wife. It wasn't her fault if her mother didn't receive good news. It was her parents' fault for succumbing to the allure of pillows and mattresses, causing them to sleep early. And now, Altezza chose to postpone the good news. Let her endure a few more days until she
Adaline's POV It seems like my sigh of relief only lasted for a moment. When Tessa and I entered the cafe, it felt as if the weight on my shoulders came crashing down, akin to a collapsed roof. "Why is he here?" It's not strange to see Sir Altezza with Duncan, considering Duncan is his assistant. What puzzles me is why they—Tessa and I—ended up having lunch with them. Why would someone of Sir Altezza's status have lunch with employees like us? Did Sir Altezza plan this intentionally? It wouldn't be odd for Duncan to have lunch with Tessa since she is also his girlfriend, but why did Sir Altezza have to join? I wanted to ask them for an explanation, but I chose to remain silent for fear that Tessa might become suspicious. Until now, Tessa is unaware of the secret agreement between Sir Altezza and me. And is it just my imagination, or is he smirking at me? Does he know th
Friday, as Altezza had planned earlier, the man picked up Adaline from her mother's house. He openly stated that he would take Adaline to a family event in Kansas City and introduce her to all his family members. The reason was simple: so that Adaline wouldn't have to visit his family one by one. However, Adaline herself didn't know what the 'Family Event' the man mentioned actually was. The journey from Manhattan to Kansas didn't take long under normal circumstances. However, as it was approaching the weekend and coincidentally at the end of the month—when some banking employees in Indonesia received their salaries and seemed to choose to go home to their hometowns—there was a considerable traffic jam. Adaline was already tired and extremely sleepy as she hadn't slept well due to panic throughout the night. How could she not be worried? She was still apprehensive about the reception from the family of her 'prospective husband.'
Adaline groped around, trying to find where her phone was. Usually, she placed her phone not far from her bed, but why couldn't she reach it? She got up, rubbing her eyes. 'Where am I?' That was the first question that crossed her mind. Her eyes widened as her memory returned. Wasn't she supposed to be on the way to Kansas? The last thing she remembered was being in Altezza's car. 'Did I fall asleep during the journey?' Oh no, she embarrassed herself again. Quickly scanning the room and sharpening her hearing, she searched for her phone. She didn't want her phone's alarm to wake up the entire household. 'There it is!' She silently exclaimed as she saw her handbag lying on a square chair not far from her bed. Even her clothes bag was beside it. Adaline grabbed her bag, took out her phone, and turned off the alarm. After that, she threw herself onto the soft square chair. The only light she had
"Are you sure everything will be okay?" "In your opinion, do you think they can accept me?" "What if they don't like me and ask us not to get married? I don't have the money to cover the cancellation fees!" "Is my appearance respectful according to your parents?" Those questions, and other questions with a similar essence, continued to be uttered throughout their journey like a cassette tape being played over and over again. Altezza gave no answers except nods and shakes. She preferred to save her voice to respond to the questions her family would throw rather than answering Adaline's trivial chatter. It doesn't mean she doesn't want to reassure. It's just that, according to her, the words she utters won't mean anything if the girl is still nervous like this. They arrived at the housing complex where the Antony family resides. The complex's security guard, who already knew Altezza, greeted h
"Oh, my God..." The praise came along with a hug around her shoulders. Adaline could only stand still as she was pulled by a middle-aged woman who looked beautiful in front of her. "Darling, look who Altezza brought." She said emotionally. Her chubby hands framed Adaline's face, and then both of her cheeks were kissed so quickly."You disobedient child. So, you intentionally let me scold you back then, even though you already planned to bring her here?" The woman directed a series of punches at Altezza. Instead of dodging by running away, he held both sides of Adaline's body and took cover behind her, using Adaline as a living shield."I told you that I would find anyone on the way and bring them to you, and this is the person." He said while advancing Adaline towards his mother."You disrespectful brat! So rude!" The woman in front of him yelled again while trying to hit Altezza. "How could you pick up such a beautiful
Altezza Pov I deliberately waited in Antony's office while the women were getting ready. Antony entered shortly after, locking the room from the inside. "Are you serious about her, Brother?" he asked without beating around the bush, just like Antony usually did. I thought that after getting to know Claire, he would at least become a bit more chatty. But that wasn't the case. "Serious in what sense, Brother?" "You know what I mean," he replied. "She's a good girl," his cousin said sincerely. I just nodded in agreement. "It's not right to play with a girl as good and innocent as her." "I'm not playing with her, Brother. Our relationship is mutual. I help her, and she helps me," I replied matter-of-factly. "So, what's the endgame here?" "What do you mean?" "I know you're not fully recovered, Al. Jovanka's
Adaline's POV The journey from Antony's house to Claire's took only five minutes. The procession of three cars landed in the parking lot of a rather luxurious house, though not as large as Antony's. Yes, Claire is indeed from an affluent family. Her father owns a well-known cement factory. Antony's proposal event went smoothly; I was even moved witnessing the process when Antony asked Claire to be his future wife, right in front of her mother. As a mere spectator, I couldn't help but be touched, especially seeing Claire. As the evening approached, after family discussions and a meal, we finally headed home. Letizia insisted that I ride with her since the parents were taking another car with a separate driver. Antony would stay at Claire's house and return home later in the night. I had no idea where Altezza went, as Letizia's car had left Claire's house earlier. I waite
In the evening, they all gathered in the backyard of Antony's residence.Gian and Farhat—Letizia's husband—were busy with the meat on the grill, while Letizia herself was putting their son to sleep in the bedroom.Antony's newly acquainted teenage daughter, Adaline, and her friend Flavia, were sitting together with Claire's niece, Abigail. The two teenage girls seemed engrossed in watching a video on the laptop placed on a pillow, occasionally screaming in excitement or humming. It seemed like they were watching a concert of their favorite boy band.Meanwhile, Adaline and Claire chose to join the middle-aged women in the kitchen, who were busy preparing desserts and drinks.Adaline was actually confused about what to do, as all the tasks were already being handled by the three mothers in front of her. Consequently, she and Claire just sat quietly, occasionally responding to the parents' conversations. Fortunately for Adaline, Claire was there; otherwise, she would have been truly unsu