The Wrong Woman

Once a girl reached adulthood, it was time for her to tie the knot.

As Candice reveled in her happiness, she remained unaware of her family's underlying concerns regarding her forthcoming marriage. Marrying Elio was far from a simple endeavor; it required the approval of his parents.

The next day, Elio assembled extravagant engagement gifts himself, emphasizing the significance.

In the living room, Sean diligently inspected the gifts until the door swung open unexpectedly. Michaela, accompanied by Josie, stepped inside.

"Good day, Mrs. Hoffis, Ms. Hudson," Sean greeted them respectfully.

Michaela's warm smile radiated as she asked, "Are these the engagement gifts for Josie?"

Sean wiped his forehead, stealing a glance toward the bedroom, silently hoping for Elio's timely arrival.

Approaching with an authoritative air, Michaela addressed Sean, "I'm asking you a question."

Nervously, Sean responded, "They're for Ms. Morrison."

Josie's expression dimmed slightly.

With a gentle smile and a soft tone, Michaela directed, "Take them to the Hudsons."

"But..." Sean hesitated and turned back.

Michaela settled on the couch, her expression serious. "There's no need to look. I've instructed you to deliver them, so do it. Consulting Elio won't change a thing."

With a beckoning gesture, she invited Josie to sit beside her. "Josie, please, take a seat."

Josie complied, offering a soft smile as she whispered to Michaela, "Mrs. Hoffis, these gifts were prepared by Leo for the Morrisons. Please, don't make it difficult for him."

"He intends to marry you, so the engagement gifts should rightfully be yours," Michaela replied with a faint sigh. "While I'm fond of the girl from the Morrison family, she's not yet suited to be Elio's wife.

"She lacks the ability to support his career, and he'll likely need to care for her in life. She doesn't possess your level of maturity and capability, especially given our families relationship."

Elio exited his room, adjusting his cufflinks as he descended the stairs.

His voice, cold and calculated, cut through the room, "She provides me with emotional fulfillment. Simply being in her presence can brighten my entire day. I'm seeking a life partner, not a mere business associate."

His handsome features were pleasing to the eye. Seeing him descend, Josie rose nervously. "Leo," she greeted softly.

Michaela looked over, her attitude firm as she interjected, "I disagree."

Elio adjusted his blazer and turned to Sean, ignoring both Michaela and Josie. "Is everything ready?"

"All set."

"Load them into the car."

Sean nodded respectfully. "Understood." With that, he began moving the items.

Angrily, Michaela exclaimed, "Elio,

I'm your mother. Everything you have today is because of me. Now

that you've come of age, you dare to defy me?"

Elio remained composed as he faced her. "Mom, please don't meddle in my marriage."

"The wedding venue is booked, invitations sent, the dress ordered. Everything is set. If you don't marry Josie, what will become of her?"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Elio glanced at Josie, who forced a smile. She said faintly, "It's alright, Mrs. Hoffis."

He had never promised to marry Josie. The situation had escalated due to Michaela's unilateral actions.

After a brief silence, Elio suggested, "Mom, why don't you marry her?"

Michaela's face turned red with fury. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Ignoring her outburst, Elio assisted Sean with moving the engagement gifts before striding out of the house.