“Don’t speak like that,” my brother scolded, his tone firm. “Anyway, I’ll have someone introduce you to the man arranged for you. Better to know him in person.”
“There’s no need,” I replied steadily, hiding the storm inside. “I trust Mom and Dad’s judgment. Even if it’s arranged, I’m sure the choice was made carefully.”
A quiet settled over the line. I heard his sigh, heavy with relief and lingering concern. My defiance years ago had unsettled the family, especially him. My return seemed to ease that worry, at least a little.
“I’m glad you’ve come to terms with it,” he said, voice softer now. “When will you return? Are you certain you don’t want to meet him before finalizing anything?”
“No,” I said sharply, practicality edging my tone. “The sooner we settle this, the sooner the family can move on. Prepare the ceremony. Let’s set it a month from now.”
“Understood,” he said, though his hesitation lingered. “By the way… do you still speak to Caleb? I heard Marina has returned. Maybe you should invite him—he might bring some… good fortune.”
His words froze me. So, he knew about Marina. No wonder Caleb had insisted on secrecy all these years.