s. But despite the elegant setup, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been building up inside me. I was about to take a huge step, one that would change the course of my life forever.

he weight of family expectations and obligations suffocates me. I yearn to forge my ow

ated living room. With gracious smiles, they settled into the plush sofas, sipping refreshments and ex

ty handshakes and courteous smiles as he settled in with them for what promised to be a cordial afternoon. Meanwhile

g onto mine with an unspoken question. It was clear that he had been expecting a completely different person - the woman he had almost run over, is the woman standing before him. His eyes darted back and forth, as if searchin

with an unnerving intensity, his eyes lingering on mine until I took my seat beside them. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air heavy

upon me. But Locas and I were mere pawns in this elaborate game, our lives predetermined by the whims of our families. We were trapped in a web of expectations, with no clear escape ro

dn't help but feel that I didn't measure up to his lofty standards, that I was somehow beneath him. And then, of course, he is arrogance and condescending, which only served to widen the chasm between us. I couldn't envision us

n. The way Locas sought his mother's validation, the way he seemed to crave her approval, was telling. It was clear that he was a mama's boy, tied to her apron strings, and

,he turned his attention back to his meal ,his fork gliding smoothl

aze clashed repeatedly,but neither of u

Mr Alexandre Bianchi" I apprecia

for accepting my daughter into th

his lips create a wa

the hair to convey inter

ste nice". He

ly 70s,around "6'0" fit tall, sli

d, with deep lines and benevolent smile. He wore a tailored navy blue suit, complete with a crisp white

and anecdotes to share, his deep love of tradition mak

ke a good wife for my son Lo

icken, he couldn't help but talk enthusiastically about I an

etched late towards evening,covering everyth

ughter In-law mo

enzo, Locas mot

ock, my gaze locked into hers,i felt my heart skip a bit as I

struggle to maintain a facade of composure, my mind racing with the

elf against an invisible blow,his expression a picture of stunned dismay,his

, he broke in,his voi

by moving forward with such haste?". Perhaps' i think it would be best if we table

refer to wait until we get home to discuss

here was a gentle easing of tension, as i a

ed with the meal and ab

bites, we would make sure to keep you updated on our plans and we would

blem with that,