I was going to my son , Nick's cabin when I saw Ethan smiling and speaking to a young woman who had her back facing me.
Coming closer I heard the lady gently saying him how he would have got hurt for running like that . Then she offered to take him to his grandfather. I was touched at the random woman's concern for a kid whom she met right now.
She looked a bit embarassed to not know me . When she told me she had come to meet Mr. Jones , I recognised him. He was the public relations head and was quite efficient. I noticed that the girl looked quite similar to David and guessed her to be his daughter but refrained from asking anything.
When Nick made an appearance I saw her checking him out which was nothing new to me. But she was sophisticated in her ways and did not drool like the other ones I have seen.
I was indeed shocked when Ethan hugged her and she convinced him to realise his mistake and he even apologised which was not a regular scene . Ethan was never too comfortable with strangers. Nick's face mirrored the same expression.
From my peripheral vision I saw Nick taking in her appearance . He did not avert his eyes till she was out of vision.
Currently I was sitting in my cabin looking through the file containing every details of Sophia for which I had to make a call.
Sophia Jones, 27 years old, only daughter of David Jones and Amelia Jones. She had done MBA in marketing and was currently the marketing manager in Knight's Enterprises.
"Impressive" I thought.
I was always worried about Nick. Having been hurt repeatedly, he had lost trust in women . But unfortunately he was too naive to not see through their intentions. He says as I quote ' I don't do love ' . I am tired of his playboy ways and currently that Christina or whatever is always clinging onto him. Her face purely shows what a bitch she is but still he keeps her around, I don't know why.
Ethan too needs the care and love of a mother like every child. I have been looking for a decent , kind woman to marry my son off to.
"And looks like I found her " , I smiled to myself.
I called for David in my office. I was thinking of my plans when I heard a knock.
"Come in "
"Mr. Carter , you called. " David greeted.
" Mr. Jones , please take a seat."
As he settled down I spoke further.
" I don't like to beat around the bush . So ... Yesterday I saw your daughter Sophia in my office. She looked like a decent young lady and I wish to have her hand for my son's marriage."
He took a few seconds to absorb my words .
" I don't really know what to say ..uhm but I think it's her decision to make " , he said.
"I hope you would try to convince her." , I spoke in a serious tone.
He seemed to be debating on his next reply.
"I'll try , Mr. Carter"
Nodding I dismissed him.
Let's wait now..
I was currently in my room scrolling through my Instagram feed when Bree jumped up the bed and started licking my face.
" Breee , stop -stop it " , I squealed. I was quite ticklish.
He happily barked and wagged it's tail.
"Sophie come down , dinner's ready "
" Coming Mom " I sang as I made my way downstairs.
"Hey Dad " , I hugged my Dad as he was seated on the table
" Hey Princess " , I like it when he calls me princess. I feel like I was still my Dad's little girl.
It was half way through dinner when Dad spoke .
"Sophie , I got you tell you something"
"Yes Dad "
"Uhh today I was called to meet Mr Carter in his office. He asked for your hand in marriage to his son, Nicholas Carter, our current boss " .
I was silent.
"What do you think?" , He asked with hopeful eyes .
"Did you already agree to the proposal?" Dad frowned a little at my question.
"Of course I didn't. Do you think I would do that without asking you?"I looked at mom and she looked somewhat convinced by the proposal.
"I don't know umm I haven't properly meet him even."
"Sophie I would want you to give it a thought."
"Will my answer to the proposal affect your job in anyway?"
"You don't need to think about that. You're job is to decide what you want and that shouldn't depend on this." Dad said and mom nodded in agreement.
"Thank you Dad."
The rest of dinner was spent in a comfortable silence.
I went to my room. Slipping in, I was drowned in deep thought.
I was not sure of this sudden marriage thing. In no way was I resentful of marriage. Just that I had never fallen in love . I have surely dated a few but love.. nah. So I have never seriously thought of marraige.
My parents never forced me into anything and even today they have left it for me to decide. Mr. Carter surely seemed a nice man and Ethan ..that kid was too cute. But what did I know about Nicholas Carter except for that he was hot. I decided to keep those thoughts for another time and get some sleep.
"David?" I heard mom as I was descending down the stairs.
"Do you think what Sophie suggested can be a possibility?" Her words made me stop in my steps.
"Your job. Is this decision going to affect it? After all he is your boss." There was a long pause, as if he was looking for a suitable reply.
"I am not sure but there's nothing we can do about it. If anything like that happens, we will find a way." I could guess that Mom had only nodded to it since it was the end of the conversation.
I suddenly felt an invisible weight on my shoulder, some responsibility that I had to fulfill. If anything as such happens, what way will he find out of it?
"Good morning, sweetie." Mom smiled before setting my breakfast in front of me.
"Goof morning." The confused thoughts swirling around in my head didn't let me pass a proper smile.
While sipping on the juice I made up my mind about it.
"Dad, uhh I thought about it." I wanted to say it before my indecisiveness would leave me lost.
He looked on for me to continue.
"I am fine with the proposal." Both of my parents' face broke into big smiles.
"Oh sweetheart you made me so happy. " Mom said as she took me in a hug.
"Yes dear, you really made us happy." Dad patted my head.
I smiled at them. I was quite satisfied with my decision when I saw the happiness in their eyes .
We had our breakfast with occasional small talks and mostly how mom had always dreamt my wedding to be like.
I occasionally zoned them out to think over everything. I hoped that I didn't make a wrong decision.