My best friend who was hanging out with me was so angry that she pulled me up and prepared to go find Darrel to settle the score.
“Darrel is such a bastard, he is such a bully! Sylvia, don't be sad, I will go with you to tear that couple apart.”
But I held her back calmly. “Forget it, I don't want this kind of trash anymore.”
Then, I returned home in disappointment.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup chatting with my mother excitedly.
Sitting next to him was a man who looked to be in his forties, with a somewhat vulgar look in his eyes and sparse hair.
Although I was extremely depressed, I still had to greet her, “Hello, Auntie.”
Then I whispered to my parents, “Dad, Mom, who are these two?”
A middle-aged woman greeted me with a broad smile the moment she saw me. "Ah, this must be Sylvia. So nice, so pretty and so polite.
"I was your mother’s colleague when we were young. We were very close at work," she continued, her tone brimming with nostalgia.
Then, her smile turned sly. "I heard Mr. Gonzalez rejected your marriage proposal, so I shamelessly brought my son along to see if we could help you find a good match."