Dream girl

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Governor Arkin returned home from the municipal hall, a cheerful smile spreading across his face as he heard the soft notes of a piano drifting through the mansion. He giggled to himself and followed the sound to the living room, where his son Andrew was playing the piano beside his mother, Agnes. The sight of his family filled him with joy, and he clapped his hands in appreciation. Andrew looked up, smiling as he stopped playing. "Father, you're home!" Arkin beamed at his son. "Yes, I am! But what brings you home so early, Andrew? I thought you'd be at the hospital." Andrew shrugged slightly. "It wasn't busy today. I finished my rounds and thought it would be nice to spend some time at home." Agnes, who was still holding Andrew’s hand, looked at Arkin and nodded. "It's better for Andrew to come home early instead of staying at the hospital all the time." Andrew laughed softly. "But Mother, the patients need a doctor." Agnes frowned, a look of concern crossing her face. "You don't need to work so hard, Andrew. We're well off, and you should have time to relax. You're only thirty years old; you deserve to enjoy your life a bit more." Arkin chuckled at his wife's concern. "Andrew, your mother is right, but there's more to life than work. And soon, you'll have even more reason to balance your time." Andrew and Agnes exchanged puzzled glances before turning back to Arkin. "What do you mean, Father?" Andrew asked. Arkin sat down on the sofa opposite them, a serious yet amused look on his face. "I've made an arrangement with a dear friend of mine for you to marry his daughter." Andrew sighed deeply, his expression serious. "Father, I've already chosen the woman I want to marry. Please, don't proceed with any arranged marriage. I won't agree to it." Arkin shook his head with a knowing smile. "Andrew, hear me out. When I went to your room last time, I found a cut-out magazine picture of a girl in your drawer and different photos of the same girl." Andrew's face flushed with embarrassment. "Why were you going through my things?" Arkin laughed. "It was an accident. But the reason I bring this up is because the girl in those pictures is Franco's daughter." Andrew's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean Angela?" Arkin nodded, his smile widening. "Yes, Angela. She's the one you're set to marry." Agnes looked from Arkin to Andrew, a smile spreading across her face. "If Angela is the woman you like, Andrew, then I have no objections." Andrew was stunned for a moment, then slowly began to smile. "So, you arranged for me to marry Angela?" Arkin nodded again, pleased with his son's reaction. "Yes, I did. I wanted to make sure you were happy. When I saw those pictures, I knew I had made the right decision." Andrew sighed, relief washing over him. "Thank you, Father. I was worried you would arrange something without considering my feelings." Agnes patted his hand. "We just want you to be happy, Andrew. If Angela makes you happy, then this is the best news." Andrew smiled warmly at his parents. "She does. Angela is wonderful. I couldn't have asked for a better match." Arkin leaned back in his seat, satisfied. "Then it's settled. I'll talk to Franco, and we can start making arrangements." Andrew felt a wave of relief and excitement. He had admired Angela from afar, and now, the prospect of marrying her seemed like a dream come true. He looked at his parents, gratitude filling his eyes. "Thank you, both of you," he said sincerely. "This means a lot to me." Agnes smiled and squeezed his hand. "Anything for you, Andrew. You deserve all the happiness in the world." As the evening progressed, the family sat together, discussing the future and the upcoming wedding plans. Andrew’s heart felt lighter than it had in years, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the moment. The next morning, the Harrison family gathered for breakfast. Andrew sat at the table, enjoying a hearty meal, while his father, Arkin, sipped his coffee, and his mother, Agnes, watched them both intently. Andrew looked up from his plate and addressed his father, "Father, has Angela agreed to the wedding yet?" Arkin took another sip of his coffee, seeming to savor the moment. Agnes leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on her husband, clearly eager for his response. "Later today, I'll be meeting Franco again to finalize things," Arkin said finally. "After that, we'll set up a meeting for you and Angela." Andrew smiled broadly and nodded. "That's great news. Thank you, Father." He stood up, ready to start his day. "I need to get to the hospital now." Agnes stood up as well, walking around the table to give her son a hug. "Take care, Andrew. Don't work too hard." Andrew kissed his mother on the cheek and then gave his father a firm handshake before heading towards the door. "I'll see you both later." As he drove to the hospital, a sense of excitement filled him. Andrew had always admired Angela from a distance, finding her beautiful and intriguing. He had often looked at her social media profiles, learning about her interests and activities, but he had never found the courage or the right opportunity to introduce himself to her. Now, with the arranged marriage, he felt as if fate had handed him the perfect chance. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about their upcoming meeting. The idea of finally talking to Angela, of getting to know her on a personal level, made his heart race with anticipation. The drive to the hospital seemed shorter than usual, his thoughts occupied with all the possibilities the future held. Upon arriving at the hospital, Andrew parked his car and walked inside, greeting his colleagues with his usual friendly demeanor. As he started his rounds, he found himself more focused and energized than usual. His mind kept drifting back to Angela, imagining their first conversation, their first shared moments. He wondered if she had noticed him before, if she had any idea how much he admired her. Throughout the day, Andrew's excitement continued to build. Every patient he saw, every task he completed, brought him one step closer to the moment he would finally meet Angela. His colleagues noticed his unusually buoyant mood and couldn't help but comment on it. As he walked through the hospital corridors, he couldn't stop smiling. Dr. Miller, who was making his rounds, noticed Andrew's unusually buoyant demeanor. "Well, look who's in an exceptionally good mood today," Dr. Miller remarked, his tone teasing. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Andrew?" Andrew chuckled, unable to contain his excitement. "Oh, nothing much... just that I'm getting married soon." Dr. Miller's eyes widened in surprise. "Married? That's fantastic news, Andrew! Congratulations!" He clapped Andrew on the back. "So, who’s the lucky girl?" Andrew's grin widened. "For now, it's a secret. But let's just say she's my dream girl." Dr. Miller laughed. "Well, now you've piqued my curiosity. I can't wait to meet her. When's the big day?" Andrew shook his head, still grinning. "We haven't set a date yet, but soon. Very soon."
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