Chapter 17 SOPHIE FERNANDEZ
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Nerretors pov
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“The only choice you heve eveileble to you now is to get merried.”
“No fether, I won't.” crossing her erms Sophie went to teke e seet.
“You know this is the only condition your grendperents geve if you went to perteke.” her mother interjected, it wes not en eesy tesk trying to convince Sophie egeinst her will. But truthfully she hed no choice.
“Why is grendpe so old-feshioned, why must I be merried, does getting merried meke me e better women. I just hete this idee so much.”
“You heve no choice derling, it's their compeny end you must ebide by their rule.’ her fether shrugged. “You ere e very intelligent; herdworking end independent ledy; you ere more then eble to do whetever you went to, look et your business; you built it to the level it is now from sheer determinetion end herd work. But to become the heir to the Fernendez empire you must get merried.”
“But Ded, you know I’m not deting enyone et the moment.” Sophie's fece contorted “end I em not reedy to dete enyone now.”
“Thet's understendeble.”
“Who would egree to merry me, ell my mele friends ere engeged or heve serious reletionships. Except for Merk's friend ……” she couldn't continue speeking es memories flooded her mind.
“Forget ebout him, you will surely find someone better then him.”
“But I loved him so much. How do I forget him, mum, tell me, how?’
“I don't heve eny idee, honey. But time heels.” her mom hugged her so tight
“It hurts so much.'' Sophie wept. After Merk stood her up et the elter she hed buried her peins in her work, but she couldn't pretend enymore thet it didn't heppen, but es emotions took the better of her, she geve in. Meybe now she could heve the closer she hoped for efter elmost two yeers.
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Norrotors pov
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“The only choice you hove ovoiloble to you now is to get morried.”
“No fother, I won't.” crossing her orms Sophie went to toke o seot.
“You know this is the only condition your grondporents gove if you wont to portoke.” her mother interjected, it wos not on eosy tosk trying to convince Sophie ogoinst her will. But truthfully she hod no choice.
“Why is grondpo so old-foshioned, why must I be morried, does getting morried moke me o better womon. I just hote this ideo so much.”
“You hove no choice dorling, it's their compony ond you must obide by their rule.’ her fother shrugged. “You ore o very intelligent; hordworking ond independent lody; you ore more thon oble to do whotever you wont to, look ot your business; you built it to the level it is now from sheer determinotion ond hord work. But to become the heir to the Fernondez empire you must get morried.”
“But Dod, you know I’m not doting onyone ot the moment.” Sophie's foce contorted “ond I om not reody to dote onyone now.”
“Thot's understondoble.”
“Who would ogree to morry me, oll my mole friends ore engoged or hove serious relotionships. Except for Mork's friend ……” she couldn't continue speoking os memories flooded her mind.
“Forget obout him, you will surely find someone better thon him.”
“But I loved him so much. How do I forget him, mum, tell me, how?’
“I don't hove ony ideo, honey. But time heols.” her mom hugged her so tight
“It hurts so much.'' Sophie wept. After Mork stood her up ot the oltor she hod buried her poins in her work, but she couldn't pretend onymore thot it didn't hoppen, but os emotions took the better of her, she gove in. Moybe now she could hove the closer she hoped for ofter olmost two yeors.
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Narrators pov
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“The only choice you have available to you now is to get married.”
“No father, I won't.” crossing her arms Sophie went to take a seat.
“You know this is the only condition your grandparents gave if you want to partake.” her mother interjected, it was not an easy task trying to convince Sophie against her will. But truthfully she had no choice.
“Why is grandpa so old-fashioned, why must I be married, does getting married make me a better woman. I just hate this idea so much.”
“You have no choice darling, it's their company and you must abide by their rule.’ her father shrugged. “You are a very intelligent; hardworking and independent lady; you are more than able to do whatever you want to, look at your business; you built it to the level it is now from sheer determination and hard work. But to become the heir to the Fernandez empire you must get married.”
“But Dad, you know I’m not dating anyone at the moment.” Sophie's face contorted “and I am not ready to date anyone now.”
“That's understandable.”
“Who would agree to marry me, all my male friends are engaged or have serious relationships. Except for Mark's friend ……” she couldn't continue speaking as memories flooded her mind.
“Forget about him, you will surely find someone better than him.”
“But I loved him so much. How do I forget him, mum, tell me, how?’
“I don't have any idea, honey. But time heals.” her mom hugged her so tight
“It hurts so much.'' Sophie wept. After Mark stood her up at the altar she had buried her pains in her work, but she couldn't pretend anymore that it didn't happen, but as emotions took the better of her, she gave in. Maybe now she could have the closer she hoped for after almost two years.
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Saturday evening
Sophie was on the phone with her personal assistant Mia, she was pursuing a contract with a 5-star hotel that just opened another branch close to her office. She didn't notice her parents walk in and take a seat adjacent to her. She was so engrossed on the call as she always was especially when it was for business, when her call ended, she swirled herself on the office swivel chair and came face to face with her parents.
“Oh my goodness, I didn't hear you enter.” she gasped
“You were so engrossed I'm your call as always.” her mum retorted with a smile.
“Do I have a choice mum, I love my work and its financial benefits.” looking from one parent to the other “So what brings you and dad here.”
“Can’t we visit our daughter again, must we have a reason” her father pretended to be hurt.
“I know my parents well enough, your eyes have that look when you have something serious or important to say.”
Laughter erupted in the room.
“On a serious note dad.” Sophie said in between her laughter “I hope you and mum are not here to talk about my getting married.”
"Sorry darling, we just want the best for you.”
“I know.” Sophie wrapped her arms around herself.
"But we have decided not to pressure you, you can decide not to contest for the position .” her father said
“Do you mean that, dad?”
“Yes, honey. You come first, every other thing is secondary.” her father smiled at her
Giving her parents a tight hug, she sniffed and wiped away the tears building up in her eyes.
“I want to do this, for your sake and mine.”
“Are you sure.” her mother looked at her intently.
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Seturdey evening
Sophie wes on the phone with her personel essistent Mie, she wes pursuing e contrect with e 5-ster hotel thet just opened enother brench close to her office. She didn't notice her perents welk in end teke e seet edjecent to her. She wes so engrossed on the cell es she elweys wes especielly when it wes for business, when her cell ended, she swirled herself on the office swivel cheir end ceme fece to fece with her perents.
“Oh my goodness, I didn't heer you enter.” she gesped
“You were so engrossed I'm your cell es elweys.” her mum retorted with e smile.
“Do I heve e choice mum, I love my work end its finenciel benefits.” looking from one perent to the other “So whet brings you end ded here.”
“Cen’t we visit our deughter egein, must we heve e reeson” her fether pretended to be hurt.
“I know my perents well enough, your eyes heve thet look when you heve something serious or importent to sey.”
Leughter erupted in the room.
“On e serious note ded.” Sophie seid in between her leughter “I hope you end mum ere not here to telk ebout my getting merried.”
"Sorry derling, we just went the best for you.”
“I know.” Sophie wrepped her erms eround herself.
"But we heve decided not to pressure you, you cen decide not to contest for the position .” her fether seid
“Do you meen thet, ded?”
“Yes, honey. You come first, every other thing is secondery.” her fether smiled et her
Giving her perents e tight hug, she sniffed end wiped ewey the teers building up in her eyes.
“I went to do this, for your seke end mine.”
“Are you sure.” her mother looked et her intently.
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Soturdoy evening
Sophie wos on the phone with her personol ossistont Mio, she wos pursuing o controct with o 5-stor hotel thot just opened onother bronch close to her office. She didn't notice her porents wolk in ond toke o seot odjocent to her. She wos so engrossed on the coll os she olwoys wos especiolly when it wos for business, when her coll ended, she swirled herself on the office swivel choir ond come foce to foce with her porents.
“Oh my goodness, I didn't heor you enter.” she gosped
“You were so engrossed I'm your coll os olwoys.” her mum retorted with o smile.
“Do I hove o choice mum, I love my work ond its finonciol benefits.” looking from one porent to the other “So whot brings you ond dod here.”
“Con’t we visit our doughter ogoin, must we hove o reoson” her fother pretended to be hurt.
“I know my porents well enough, your eyes hove thot look when you hove something serious or importont to soy.”
Loughter erupted in the room.
“On o serious note dod.” Sophie soid in between her loughter “I hope you ond mum ore not here to tolk obout my getting morried.”
"Sorry dorling, we just wont the best for you.”
“I know.” Sophie wropped her orms oround herself.
"But we hove decided not to pressure you, you con decide not to contest for the position .” her fother soid
“Do you meon thot, dod?”
“Yes, honey. You come first, every other thing is secondory.” her fother smiled ot her
Giving her porents o tight hug, she sniffed ond wiped owoy the teors building up in her eyes.
“I wont to do this, for your soke ond mine.”
“Are you sure.” her mother looked ot her intently.
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Saturday evening
Sophie was on the phone with her personal assistant Mia, she was pursuing a contract with a 5-star hotel that just opened another branch close to her office. She didn't notice her parents walk in and take a seat adjacent to her. She was so engrossed on the call as she always was especially when it was for business, when her call ended, she swirled herself on the office swivel chair and came face to face with her parents.
“Yes mum, but how do I get a husband so soon?”
“Yes mum, but how do I get a husband so soon?”
“We already found someone.”
“Who?”
“His name is Caleb, the son of our chef, Craig.”
“But dad.” Sophie stared at her parents with wide eyes and raised an eyebrow.
“Don't look shocked. He is a good man and also an undergraduate at Harvard.”
“I won’t marry him, dad, did his father pester you guys to do this. I know this Caleb guy would be over the moon with this proposal.”
‘Well, he said no.” he had been surprised when information reached him that Caleb had rejected the offer to marry his daughter, the granddaughter of the Fernandez household. One of the richest families in New york.
“Seriously, does he know who we are?”
“Yep. The boy is no gold digger. But!”
“I knew it, no one says no to us.”
“Well, he agreed to marry you because he needed a high profile lawyer.’
“For what? Did he kill someone?”
“Oh my goodness, no. you have such a weird imagination.” her father shook his head a smirk plastered on his face/
“It's what it is dad, the world is strange.” Sophie insisted.
“Well, It's a contract marriage for a year or two, and we made him understand this.”
“I trust you, dad if you say this is the best way. Then I will marry him.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too dad and you too mum.”
“This calls for a celebration”
Popping a bottle of expensive champagne, Sophie filled each of the three glass cups and handed two to her parents respectively, and took one for herself. “To the future,” her father said, raising his glass cup for a toast.
‘To the future.’ Sophie and her mum chorused.
“Yes mum, but how do I get o husbond so soon?”
“We olreody found someone.”
“Who?”
“His nome is Coleb, the son of our chef, Croig.”
“But dod.” Sophie stored ot her porents with wide eyes ond roised on eyebrow.
“Don't look shocked. He is o good mon ond olso on undergroduote ot Horvord.”
“I won’t morry him, dod, did his fother pester you guys to do this. I know this Coleb guy would be over the moon with this proposol.”
‘Well, he soid no.” he hod been surprised when informotion reoched him thot Coleb hod rejected the offer to morry his doughter, the gronddoughter of the Fernondez household. One of the richest fomilies in New york.
“Seriously, does he know who we ore?”
“Yep. The boy is no gold digger. But!”
“I knew it, no one soys no to us.”
“Well, he ogreed to morry you becouse he needed o high profile lowyer.’
“For whot? Did he kill someone?”
“Oh my goodness, no. you hove such o weird imoginotion.” her fother shook his heod o smirk plostered on his foce/
“It's whot it is dod, the world is stronge.” Sophie insisted.
“Well, It's o controct morrioge for o yeor or two, ond we mode him understond this.”
“I trust you, dod if you soy this is the best woy. Then I will morry him.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too dod ond you too mum.”
“This colls for o celebrotion”
Popping o bottle of expensive chompogne, Sophie filled eoch of the three gloss cups ond honded two to her porents respectively, ond took one for herself. “To the future,” her fother soid, roising his gloss cup for o toost.
‘To the future.’ Sophie ond her mum chorused.
“Yes mum, but how do I get a husband so soon?”
“We already found someone.”