“It’s just an exception, Agnes won’t be like that, she has her own job,” Mr. Campbell said, not too worried. “Agnes is excellent.”
Mrs. Campbell disagreed, “What does having a job matter? Nowadays everyone is so busy, how many are without a job? I think Ansel is a good kid, we know him well and he’s in the same field. Young people nowadays value intellectual connections.”
“Two people who know each other too well might find it hard to spark,” Mr. Campbell remarked. “Besides, our judgment of people isn’t always accurate.”
The name ‘Rupert’ flashed through Mrs. Campbell’s mind, her expression changed as she looked up, “What do you mean?”
Knowing his wife was somewhat upset, Mr. Campbell quickly explained, “I mean, boys that we elders think highly of might not seem so great to her. Ansel isn’t as steady as our Agnes yet; he lacks experience, having just graduated.”
“But hasn’t Agnes also just graduated? Others still think Agnes isn’t mature enough!” Mrs. Campbell persisted with her view. “People need to grow. They know each other well; they could start dating now and marry in a few years once their feelings and careers have stabilized. Everyone would be more mature by then; it’s killing three birds with one stone without wasting time.”
“Why don’t you stop worrying about Agnes for now and help Summer and Spencer plan their wedding to make it perfect?”
“I was just getting to that by bringing up Agnes.”
“I’ve come to understand that everything is about fate, especially matters of the heart.”
…
At night, after taking a bath, Agnes locked her bedroom door and turned on her computer to play a song she recently fell in love with:
“Vast Wei Mountain, fragrant grasses, cool night breeze, babbling clear waters by the charcoal river bank, like a swath of rosy light, a touch of red ink, a handful of moonlight…”
The beautiful melody with a hint of sadness always brought immense tranquility to her heart.
She took out several paintbrushes and her sketchbook and lifted the little cat in her arms for a kiss, “Bubu, will you keep me company tonight as I create? Please don’t make a mess?”
“Meow~” The little fellow seemed pleased, adorably clueless.
“So good!” Agnes gently placed the kitten next to the computer and stroked its back. “Bubu, why do I feel such a connection with you? Do you think… we might have met before?”
“Meow~”
Every time Agnes looked at it, her eyes softened more.
“Little cat, be good!”
As if understanding her words, the kitten settled down quietly watching her-utterly adorable.
It seemed destined; even with a new owner, Bubu adapted well and no longer had any stomach issues; it was thriving.
Agnes picked up her brush, inspired by the song playing, and began sketching out a traditional wedding scene.
Her sister in a white dress looked so beautiful that she felt envious-it was truly stunning… She began to daydream about her own wedding…
The night was silent.
Yet affection and fondness filled the air-she doubted she’d ever fall for someone else like this again.
Except for that cat-perhaps she’d never feel such a stir in her heart for anyone else?
At least she never had before.
So this feeling always left her lost in thought…