I couldn't wait to tell Houston the news about the annulment.
His voice came through the phone, low and deep. "Seraphina, I will never let you down."
Soon, it was the 29th of the twelfth month.
The more I thought about Houston, the more I missed him. But I didn't know what he was busy with—there wasn't much time for us to talk each day. But every time we hung up, I found myself eagerly anticipating our next conversation.
It was definitely something fresh and exciting.
By New Year's Eve, I still hadn't heard from Houston, and I started to get anxious.
Even the dinner didn't bring me much joy.
Sarai cleared her throat. "Sweetheart, an old classmate of mine just reached out. She said her son, who's around your age, just graduated from Harvard and looks like a top-tier celebrity. Would you like to meet him?"
Before I could speak, my father interjected with a nervous laugh. "Oh please, with your taste? Our daughter's so much better than that. Let her find someone herself. I already knew Alexander wasn't right for her, but you insisted on pushing it."
My mother twisted his ear. "Isaac, you're really asking for trouble."
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
My father, seizing the opportunity, quickly escaped. "I'll go open the door."
He opened it to reveal Houston, covered in snow, holding a gift box in both hands. "Isaac, I've come to ask for Seraphina's hand."
My mother stood frozen, eyes wide, completely taken by Houston. She was struck speechless.
"What, what did you just say?"
Houston stepped inside, glancing at me with a look full of apology. From his jacket, he pulled out a piece of draft paper and handed it to my mother. "Aunt, I brought the engagement papers."
Sarai, usually so composed, now had a look of shock and awe on her face.
"Isaac, what is going on here?"
