Amara’s POV
I blinked my eyes in surprise and disbelief as I looked at my mom's face. Anthony's words were still going through her mind, and she was taken aback by what she had heard. Slowly, her wide eyes met mine.
Anthony said, "You don't have to force your daughter to marry me because as I said, I do not wish to marry your daughter. I like you, Mary. I liked you from the very first time I saw you."
She laughed uncomfortably and shook her head. "Anthony, I'm seven years older than you. You're thirty and I'm thirty-seven."
He smiled and said, "So what? I'm no longer interested in the fact that you had your daughter when you were seventeen. Mary, you look good for your age. It's not a problem at all to marry me. If not, do you have a problem with Marco, the father of your daughter?"
