At exactly one o’clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the county clerk's office.
Shortly, a sleek black Maybach stopped neatly in front of me, and a man in a dark gray suit stepped out.
“Let’s go. This won’t take more than ten minutes.”
I nodded and started walking toward the entrance.
“Careful!”
Before I knew it, I was pulled into Linden Haynes’s arms as a flowerpot shattered on the ground right where I had been standing.
My heart raced wildly as I looked up at him.
“You’re still the same as when you were a kid, never watching where you’re going,” he teased.
After letting go, he took my hand and guided me into the building.
Within minutes, we had the marriage license in hand.
Linden had an urgent meeting to attend, so he just asked his driver to take me back to his place.
I sat in the car, staring at the piece of paper in my hand, a strange sense of unreality washing over me.
“How is he? This is the man I chose for you. He won’t steer you wrong,” my father said proudly over the phone.
Ever since I decided I didn’t want Stanley, he had been busy finding me a suitable match. He had worked with Stanley many times in business and once thought highly of him.