The sound of clinking glasses filled the elegant dining room as Governor Arkin and his son Andrew raised their wine glasses in celebration. The night had been full of good news, and Arkin couldn’t contain his excitement any longer.
“To Angela and you, my son!” Arkin said with a hearty laugh, his glass raised high. “It seems like she’s truly agreed to the wedding now, not just because of the arrangement.”
Andrew smiled, his eyes softening as he swirled the wine in his glass. “Yeah, she did,” he said with a sigh, a sense of relief washing over him. “I’m going to make sure she’s happy, Dad. I don’t want her to regret becoming my wife.”
Arkin tapped Andrew’s shoulder affectionately, pride swelling in his chest. “You’re a good man, Andrew. A good son, a great doctor, and one of the finest yo
