In the upstairs study, Jane stopped in front of the desk and turned to ask directly, “That girl is Bubu, right?”
“We just started dating, and our relationship isn’t stable yet, so I didn’t plan to tell you,” Tom Fritz replied. At first glance, his logic seemed sound.
Jane didn’t doubt him; she looked at her son with a bit of frustration. “You should have told me. That way, Grandma wouldn’t have brought her here.”
“Do you care about my feelings?” Tom Fritz asked calmly, hands in his pockets. “I didn’t even look at the information initially; you forced me to. I’ve always been resistant towards Lisa.”
Jane didn’t argue but spoke from her standpoint as an elder. “If you don’t have a girlfriend, getting to know her slowly would be suitable. You’re the only heir of the Fritz family; you can’t stay single forever. Grandma’s intentions are good.”
“Marriage is about finding love,” Tom Fritz stated his viewpoint. “It’s not about continuing the Fritz family line. That’s what I believe marriage means, and it’s the only meaning.”
Jane didn’t want to argue further and moved on to address the issue firmly. “Lisa likes you very much and has won Grandma’s favor.”
“So what?” Tom said. “I don’t want to marry her.”
The middle-aged woman scrutinized him for a moment. “Fine, bring your girlfriend over tonight. We’ll prepare a lavish dinner.”
“She’s very busy.”
“Busy enough to lose you?” Jane said. “Doesn’t she have a sense of urgency? If she loves you, no matter how busy she is, she’ll make time.”
At this moment, Summer and Spencer were taking wedding photos at their former high school campus.
Agnes was accompanying them. Although they didn’t need her help, she could feel the joy and was in a good mood.
The makeup artist and photographer were highly professional, and with today’s good weather, every shot turned out beautifully.
Their story went from school uniforms to wedding dresses; their story was well-known.
On the track field, Spencer, dressed in a suit, held Summer’s hand as they ran against the wind. She lifted her skirt, and the white train of her wedding dress flowed like a pure lily.
The veil fluttered in the wind as they turned to smile at each other, capturing each moment in photos.
On the field, they held flowers and leaned against each other, sometimes smiling shyly or gazing intently at each other. Every shot was perfect.
The classroom where they had studied always lingered in Spencer and Summer’s minds. Today was the weekend, so it was empty as students were on break.
But those rows of desks still evoked their sweetest memories.
Spencer changed into a gray suit while Summer donned a fresh half-wedding dress. Standing at the podium, he handed her a bouquet, which she accepted with a smile.
Each scene was captured perfectly by the photographer who couldn’t help but remark, “These are the best campus wedding photos I’ve ever taken. You two are truly meant for each other.”
Their happiness was unmistakable.
Agnes stood in the corridor outside the classroom, holding her sister’s shawl and thinking of her own Mr. Cat.
The woman lucky enough to be by his side must have been blessed for eight lifetimes.
What were they doing now? Taking their kids out for fun on the weekend? Or driving them to classes?
Was he busy with work while she cooked for him?
What is love? Agnes thought. Love isn’t that complicated; it’s feeling your heart race for someone and liking them uncontrollably. That’s love-without any ulterior motives.
She wished him health and happiness and tried not to disturb him but often found herself thinking of him.
Her phone rang, pulling her back from her thoughts. Agnes took out her phone from her bag-it was a call from Tom Fritz.