(Dorian's POV)
My phone buzzes just as I finish reviewing the quarterly reports. Elena's name flashes on the screen, and I can already hear the excitement in her voice before I even answer.
"Dorian, you need to come home right now."
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Nothing's wrong, darling. Everything's perfect. That lovely girl of yours just agreed to consider getting engaged to you."
I drop my pen, papers scattering across my desk as I lean back in my chair.
"She said that?"
"Well, not in so many words. But when I asked her directly about marriage, she said she'd think about it. And trust me, grandson, when a woman says she'll think about marriage, she's already planning the wedding dress in her head."
I can't help but laugh. Elena's matchmaking attempts have been painfully obvious
