Chapter 5 She Accepted The Proposal

Realizing herself, Lucia pleaded for forgiveness and agreed to join them to see the man in question. They forgave her and went home together.

Her mom is good at appreciating handsome guys. Most times the young men she acknowledges are nothing to write home about when you come across them. "I am shocked at you, my parents."

"Listen very attentively my lovely daughter, without being told, you know that we love you so much and want the best for you. We have done our checks and the odds are not against you. You will be well taken care of, you will lack nothing." Andrew stated.

"I don't lack anything now, Dad," she interjected.

"Without being told, we know you are capable of taking good care of yourself, and we are proud of you for taking the company to another level, but we need a man in your life. Meanwhile, this is an awesome privilege to rise higher. You don't even know the person in question."

"Who please?" She asked.

Monica smiled, "You will know when you see him," and Lucia rolled her eyes. He is even a mystery guy.

"Sweetheart listen to me, do you know that Lemon Group contract you have been eyeing for months?" Andrew asked, and Lucia's eyes brightened at the mention of the contract: "They will get you that and more."

What the hell? Shocked and wondered which family would get her that contract. "Dad, don't play games with me."

Andrew chuckled, "Will I deceive you, my daughter? I'm telling you the honest truth."

Lucia wrinkled her brows. "If they can get me that and more, why did they choose me to be their wife?"

"Well, according to the mother, she said they had arranged three marriages for the son, and he rejected them, but immediately they brought yours to him, and he accepted." Monica smiled that her daughter was chosen above all else.

He chose her at first glance?

Did he know her? Or perhaps it could be an old associate? She thought.

"So, what do you say? Think about the worthy part, sweetheart," Andrew insisted.

Lucia sighed. She had always been against marriage of convenience, and this here now, what is it? "First of all, I need to meet this enigmatic guy. If I will be ok with him, then I will accept, and if I don't, you'd better forget about it."

Monica smiled, "And I tell you, you will like him."

Two weeks have passed; the day both families are to meet has come. The long-awaited day. Inquisitive, disordered, thrilled, and a little bit concerned. Those feelings kept Lucia throughout the weeks.

In a ride with her parents, she has a nice and frightening sensation about this gathering. What if he turns out to be one of her exes who wanted to get back to her for dumping him?

What if he is an old acquaintance she had refused to sleep with? Just who is he that had to accept the proposal to marry her with just a glance? She kept worrying.

Getting into the country home, her eyes broadened, damn, she is getting married into a rich family. A serene environment, per se.

They had already passed the gate but were still driving past a lot of trees, flowers, painted artworks, designs on the wall, and various molded statues.

Everywhere was green and wow, captivating. After a ten to sixteen-minute' drive, they pulled over in front of a mansion with fountains every hundred meters from the first and a lot of statues, the house looked like a fairytale palace, surrounded by a lot of green and flowers, it's beautiful and amazing

Lucia wowed in her mind; she was already in love with the buildings. A few house servants came to meet them with smiles.

Monica accepted their greetings, beaming a smile. They were led into the house, and a tall, beautiful woman walked up to them in a gracious movement. She looked astonishing.

Her height is amazing like she is the tallest amongst the females. Lucia couldn't remove her face from her. She almost cut her, looking at her keenly. She had forgotten that they had yet to get inside until her mother touched her.

"Welcome, welcome," she smiled at them, and there was something about her that looked so familiar; her crystal blue eyes really reminded her of someone, someone she doubted she would ever meet in her life again.

"Thank you," Monica smiled, and so did Andrew.

The woman intensely looked at her and smiled, "This must be Lucia, then. She is more beautiful than I expected."

Lucia was amazed. She smiled at the woman, what a flattering tongue, she thought, "It's nice to meet you too."

The woman smiled before leading them into the sitting room, where Lucia believed she would get lost if left alone in the house.

The house was huge, she meant huge, her eyes broadened as she admired the decoration of the sitting room, with a chandelier that had eight to ten steps, shining brightly in the room.

A spacious place you could call heaven on earth. A place everyone would wish to live

Four huge portraits were hanging in the hall. One was of the woman and another of a man with dark blue eyes, a brunette who she believed must be her husband. Wealth smelled from him. Their portraits were bewilderingly stunning.

The third and last of the portraits were of a young man who should be at least two years older than her age, he has a pitch black hair that was relaxed on his head, shiny and wet like as if he had just stepped out of the shower, his crystal blue eyes seems to burning into hers as if the portrait was alive and he was looking at her.

He had a chiseled jaw, and his nose was perfectly pointed; there was a thin, sexy pink line where his lips should have been.

He looked so familiar, and when it finally dawned on her, she gasped; after all, one never forgets one's first love, while the other was another. She lost control of her emotions and made a request." I want to use the restroom."