Lucia found herself watching attentively at the portrait. Could it really be him, or had she wished so much to see him again that she thinks this person is him?
She keeps staring at the man in the portrait and remembers she sees that face a lot, especially in the news, he looks so much like Livy Douglas, she looks at the woman in the portrait, if he is Livy Douglas, then she is Evelyn Douglas and that will make him, she looks at the young man's portrait before her, Teddy Douglas.
She had a sharp intake of breath and looked around her. Does this mean she is in the household of the Douglases? Undoubtedly, a multi-billionaire family?
A well-known family in the state that owns so many companies, including Oil and gas, Marine, and other sectors that are needed in developing the economy and improving human capital development.
She thought about it, of course, only Douglass can get her the Lemon group contract.
She turned to face the woman who was chatting so freely with her parents. Is she getting married to Teddy?
Teddy of all people, the heir apparent and next in command after his father
She felt her heart beating faster, she found herself dying to meet this man. Can he really be the one?
But, it was known then in school that he was a misogynist, which was also the reason she never went after him. He hardly gives attention to any of the male folk talk of women; it seems he hates having something to do with them.
Her friend once told her that he made an obnoxious statement about the female gender. In his remark, he called them "time wasters and full of distraction."
That statement angered a female teacher and some others who were present when he said it.
"Livy will be here any moment now, he is just going through some documents in his study room," the woman, whom she had realized as Evelyn, told her parents.
Lucia's heart was beating faster and faster; she really wanted to ask about him, and she wanted to be sure he was the one. It will be heartbreaking to have her hope rise for nothing.
Her curiosity keeps rising, and her state of mind is getting off balance.
The mother tapped her again to come back to her senses so she could discuss a little with her but she wasn't interested.
"That's okay, we can wait," her mother was saying, "what about Teddy?"
"Oh, he will be here soon, don't worry. I'm pretty sure he is looking forward to seeing his fiancée"
Evelyn looked at Lucia with a smile, "Now I see why he chose her at first glance, she is a beauty."
"Oh, please, don't flatter us," Monica said, but with a proud smile evident on her face as she looked at her daughter.
Teddy, she said Teddy, Lucia's mind kept repeating, can it be a different Teddy? Is it the same Teddy I know? Is she mistaken?
She can't believe how they were so busy chatting casually when she was about to have a breakdown.
Why didn't her parents tell her so that she could mentally prepare herself? She had already concluded within herself that she would never meet him again in this lifetime of hers, and here she is, about to marry him? A dream comes through or something else?
Her legs went weak and she sat on the available sofa closest to her, she needed to get her emotions under control, she always denied it but she knew he was the reason she hadn't settled with anybody because she always expected to see his qualities in them and when they didn't have it, she got angry and broke up with them.
She wants him, she can't forget him, badly, but there is always something chasing her away, the fact that he is a misogynist. That was an issue for her.
Notwithstanding she crushes him and believes in him. He was very brilliant back in school and was very progressive in all her wanted to do including sports activities.
A man greeting her father brought her back from her thoughts; she looked up to see the exact same man she had seen in the portrait, and nothing was out of place. "Welcome," he said.
Andrew shook hands with him, and he turned to look at her. "You must be Lucia." She nodded before smiling, "Yes, nice meeting you." She stood up and greeted him, signifying humility and respect.
The man smiled, "You are welcome to my home, Lucia; I hope you will enjoy us as we hope to enjoy you." That question made Lucia happy. She feels accepted and given attention.
What an easy-going man, she thought, despite his wealth. "I hope so too."
Livy smiled before sitting beside his wife and started a discussion with her parents, which she was oblivious to; she couldn't get her mind to stop thinking about her possible soon-to-be fiancé.
The father's statement was so remarkable, and it signifies that she is protected.
After an hour of chatting with Douglas, a tall man stepped into the sitting room, he was wearing a navy blue suit that matched his eyes, a light pink shirt with three or four buttons open.
His hair was plastered on his head and shiny. His chest was broad and he walked elegantly to his parents.
Lucia's mind went outright promptly, and she opened her mouth uncontrollably. Nothing she could do but just stare at him.
She couldn't get her eyes off him. She wanted to stand up like she did to his father but managed to control herself.
He was just as he was, cool and handsome. Nothing had changed apart from he has added a little weight.
His calmness and style of walking didn't change an inch. His red lips still remained the same.
Meditating about her gave her the impression that she is not making a mistake or that her parents are.
He greeted her parents with a nod and only glanced at her briefly as he usually does; it was just as if he didn't see her there
