"Noah is... my husband."
Noah's mother had been planning the arranged marriage all along. She was inside her office with her daughter. "Mom? What are we going to do? I know Brother won't do it if he says he won't," she said to her mom.
"We need to find another way to convince him. His company is at-" she stopped when she heard a knock on the door. They were both looking at the door, and a woman entered. It was Anastasia, Noah's future wife. Charlotte and her mom both smiled when they saw her. They also greeted them with a broad smile.
"It's nice to see you again, Ana," Charlotte said with a smile.
"You've gone prettier, Charlotte. I envy you," she said, and they both chuckled.
"So? What are you doing here, my dear?"
"I heard Noah didn't want to get married to me, is that right?" she asked them, and they both fell silent. She then looked at Charlotte, but she was just giving her a smile as she didn't know what she should answer.
