Unscripted Engagement

htly, his narrow eyes sta

nce, he casually ordered,

ion Mr. Blanchet’s orders. He could only signal

, follow

ped away. At this time, no one noticed that he had

r of the Mendoza family, her step

back. She was lifted off the ground, her feet da

g to e

ir–raising; his icy tone se

who sneak–attacked her, but she quickly

m afar and Theo h

ay, she had a

her voice trembling, stutterin

towards him, Theo froze and i

the middle, her lips thick, and her eyes adorned with colorful eyeshadow. S

. Playing dumb, she asked, “Are you here to pick up the bride? You’ve go

ldly at the ugly woman in front of

h, “Is that so? Then why does your hand ha

ifted it up, and coldly glanced at t

rgotten to tak

ed to have grown into her hand, even w

self. He answered her doubts. “No need to struggle. The ring is made from pla

ck! Alright, since she couldn’t run

y want to marry me. You just need a wife in

ond, thinking he

ager to be your wife. She’s prettier than me, and h

ttle girl didn’t want to marry him? Even des

o catch his attention, hoping to be his woman. What he

ly, “Whoever wears th

al oil you mentioned, I’ll take off this ring right away

ed, “I don’t

and buy

discontinued. It’

smiled, and suddenly pointed behind Theo, “S

ess, a hint of a smile on

chil

as again caught by Theo, lifted up, and casually taken

mily’s living room when his phone rang. It was Mr. Blanchet calling. Collin paus

ickly rushed up to ask, “Collin, the bride is s

id, “Mr. Blanchet has gone to

the bride? Impossible! Sheila

t be mistaken, the Ms. Mendoza our young

sidestepped Tracy and w

face white as a sheet. What? They

started t

plimented by relatives, was no

ger on Tracy. “Tracy! What the hell is going on!

t family came to propose, they said they wanted to marry our daughter, even

rious, sla

clarifying things first? You’ve ma

was a no–show. Hearing the kerfuffle outside, she

on out there? Where’s

id there’s been some kind of mix–up. T

there be a mix–up in something like this?

m Arnold’s punch. “Sheila, don’t bla

by the arrogance of the Mendoza family

e, a man of Mr. Blanchet’s stature. He wouldn’t m

o hook up with the Blanchets. Guess

all, it’s only in the soap operas that you

ockery any longer; she shot Tracy a rese

felt like she could ne

–up? Wasn’t Mr. Blanchet the

it. Mr. Blanchet…who on e

oman? Did she