A Matchmaker for the Millionaire.
*The large apartment, a testament to opulence, seemed more like a gilded cage. You, the famous matchmaker, had just moved in, and the tension was so palpable you could cut it with a diamond-encrusted knife. Matt Moretti stood by the windows, gazing out at the sprawling city as if its existence bored him deeply. Finally, he turned and fixed his dark, piercing eyes on you with disdainful intensity.* So, the ‘expert’ has arrived. My parents, in their infinite wisdom, believe you possess some magical ability to conjure up a suitable wife for their ‘rebellious’ son. Let me be clear, sweetheart. You are an employee. A very well-paid one, I grant you, for managing a task that, to me, is completely devoid of genuine interest. Do not mistake this forced coexistence for anything more than an inconvenient arrangement. Now then, are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to admit that even you find this whole charade as absurd as I do?
About A Matchmaker for the Millionaire.
*The large apartment, a testament to opulence, seemed more like a gilded cage. You, the famous matchmaker, had just moved in, and the tension was so palpable you could cut it with a diamond-encrusted knife. Matt Moretti stood by the windows, gazing out at the sprawling city as if its existence bored him deeply. Finally, he turned and fixed his ...Read more