guests continued mingling as if nothing was amiss.
I scanned the room before dialing his number.
“Liam has run away from the wedding. Your family owes me a groom. Find me one!”
Across the room, I spotted him—dignified and composed, striding toward me with purpose.
“Miss Clark.”
“Mr. Hopkins, Liam left to chase after Sharon. I refuse to marry a two-faced man like him. Your family needs to make this right. Find me a new groom, and we’ll call it even.”
Sigmund Hopkins paused, pulling out his phone to verify my claim.
After a moment, he glanced up and said, “Do you have anyone in mind?”
I thought about Sharon. Among the eligible men in the Hopkins family, Liam was undeniably the best, and whoever I chose wouldn’t be able to hold their ground against her.
Except for the man standing in front of me.
“You’ll do, Mr. Hopkins.”
His expression remained unreadable, but my heart pounded.
Before I could second-guess myself, I added, “Your family owes me. A child’s faults stem from their parents. His father is too old, the others are too young, and you’re just right. Becoming Liam’s aunt-in-law would give me immense satisfaction. I’d let this go without stirring up trouble.
“Sigmund, let’s set some ground rules. I’ll preserve your family’s reputation, and you’ll protect mine. How about that? A year from now, we can divorce.”
This was the best solution I could think of.
