Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
As we get closer to Snow Valley, I start to look out the window.
“I’m only here for a few days, and I should be able to tie up business.”
I know he’s about to ask me out, so I interrupt him. “I’m moving to Snow Valley. It is now going to be my home.”
“I may have a little work do while I’m here, but why don’t you let me take you out to dinner?” he asks me.
If I had met Serge last week, I would have told him yes. But not today. I’m not even the least bit tempted. I’m very flattered all the same, and I smile at him with a twinkle in my eye. “I can’t. I’m engaged.”
He looks at my bare finger. “Why are you not wearing an engagement ring?”
I start to rub the knuckle of my ring finger. I’m still excited about this whole thing, but I’m also a little bit nervous. “Well, it’s uh, been an online type relationship. I’m actually going to meet him for the first time in person at the airport.”
Serge is baffled. There’s no other way to explain it. He sputters and stammers. “But, what, wait!” He warns me, “This guy could be anybody. A crazy serial killer or something.”
I wave my hand in front of me, laughing. Maybe I should be worried, but I’m not. I talked to the man’s mother, for goodness sake, and she was—well, she was perfect. I can’t explain it, but I know I trust her. “He can’t be,” I tell him.
“Why not?” he asks incredulously.
I just shrug my shoulders. “The matchmaker and his mother assured me that he is a good guy.” I clasp my hands in my lap, feeling like that is answer enough, but for Serge it isn’t.
He still looks astounded. “Mia, is this an arranged marriage?”
“Yes,” I tell him as the pilot starts to make the announcements that we are about to land. Butterflies start to swarm in my tummy. Not because I’m second-guessing myself. No, I’m getting nervous because I hope Mason likes me. When this first all come about, I didn’t even worry about it. But now, I can’t help but wonder What if I’m not his type? What if he likes skinny women that are quiet and reserved? I look down at the expanse of my hips and know I’m none of those things. I’m curvy and have been known to speak my mind.
I start to fluff my hair, and I reapply the lipstick to my now faded lips. We sit in silence for a while, but I can feel Serge judging me. As soon as we land, I gather my purse and carry-on, walking off the plane.
I can tell that Serge is still taking it all in and doesn’t understand what is happening, but I really don’t feel like I need to share it with him, although he is a nice guy, and I do appreciate his concern. As we are walking to the baggage claim, he still seems shocked. “Are you sure about this, Mia? If you need help, I can help you.”
The concern on his face is genuine. Does he think I’m being forced into this? “I want to do this. I do. Thank you for your concern, but really, I’m going to be fine.”
He walks beside me all the way to the baggage area and even helps me corral one of my suitcases. Before walking off, he gives me a sweet hug. “Good luck, well, with everything.” He hands me his business card. “Just in case the matchmaker is wrong, and you need help after all.”
I start to hand it back, but he cups my hand, folding my fingers around the card.
“Thank you,” I tell him again and put the card in my purse. As soon as he turns away, I turn back to the belt, waiting on the next and final piece of luggage.
Mason
I got here early. I didn’t want to worry about traffic and parking. So for the past hour I’ve been sitting at the baggage claim area, watching all the arrivals. I have a bouquet of red and white roses, since this is how Mia will recognize me per the matchmaker’s instructions. Personally, I’m glad I didn’t have to stand here with a sign and her name on it. For some reason, that seems awkward to me.
Mia is supposed to be a woman with long black hair wearing an off-the-shoulder white lacy dress and matching luggage with an image of the Eiffel tower on them.
I spot a gorgeous curvy woman with black hair and a white off-the-shoulder dress, but she’s walking with some guy. I look away and start to scan the room again, but my gaze is drawn back to the woman. It can’t be her. I try to keep looking, sure I’m going to spot her amongst the other arrivals, but as the last person in the crowd enters the area, I’m drawn back to the woman standing with the guy next to the luggage claim belt track.