Love was the last thing on your mind. You had enough on your plate what with finances and your real estate firm.

But your mother thought love was always a priority.

Without you knowing, she had met with a friend of hers and they both agreed you ought to be married off to her friend’s son, Caleb.

Standing before him now, you had to look down at him. He was pale and thin, seemingly very fragile. Nervous, too. He kept wringing his hands nervously and couldn’t keep eye contact.

Your first honest opinion of him? He was pathetic.