
	Matthew held the door open for Karina as they entered the fancy restaurant. It was a big, bright room with white table cloths and sparkling glasses.
"Wow, this is really nice," said Karina, looking around in awe.
A skinny waiter with a pencil mustache approached them. "Good evening, welcome to Le Canard. Do you have a reservation?"
Matthew nodded. "Yes, under Hogan."
The waiter checked his list. "Ah yes, right this way please."
He led them to a quiet table in the corner. Karina was admiring the lovely decorations when suddenly the waiter tripped! He went flying and glasses crashed to the floor, shattering everywhere.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, let me clean this up right away," the flustered waiter said, scrambling to pick up broken glass.
Karina put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh at the poor man's clumsiness. Matthew just shook his head and sighed.
After the mess was cleaned u


	Karina walked quickly down the dark city streets, hot tears still stinging her eyes from her fight with Matthew. She just wanted to get home as soon as possible.
Seeing a familiar alleyway up ahead, she decided to take a shortcut. As she turned into the dank passageway, she noticed a small food cart set up towards the end. An elderly vendor sat behind it, clouds of steam billowing up around him.
"Excuse me!" Karina called out, her voice echoing off the brick walls. "Are you still open?"
The vendor looked up in surprise, giving a friendly wave. "Of course, of course! Please, come get some hot tea to warm you up."
Karina gratefully accepted a steaming paper cup from him, dropping a few bills into his tip jar. She took a seat on an upturned milk crate, sipping slowly. The warm liquid helped soothe her frayed nerves.
Suddenly, a deep, guttural growl sliced through the still night air. Kari


	As Karina approached the stately brownstone that had been her childhood home, a sense of trepidation washed over her. She knew confronting her parents after her outburst at the bridal boutique would be no easy feat.
Sure enough, as she tentatively pushed open the front door, she was met by the stern visage of her father seated in his favorite armchair, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. His brow was furrowed, and the hard line of his jaw betrayed his displeasure.
"Karina," he greeted, his tone clipped. "I trust you've had time to collect yourself after your... outburst."
She flinched at the word, a pang of guilt mingling with the undercurrent of defiance that still coursed through her veins. Squaring her shoulders, she met her father's gaze, determined to stand her ground.
"Father, I'm sorry for upsetting Mother, but you must understand – this arranged marriage, it's not what I want. I barely know Matthew, and the idea of pledging my life to him feels like a betrayal of my own desires."
Her father's expression softened ever so slightly, but his voice remained stern. "Karina, you know our family's traditions are sacred. An arranged marriage is not merely a transaction; it's a way to secure our legacy, our standing in this community."
"But at what cost?" Karina countered, her voice thick with emotion. "Am I to sacrifice my own happiness for the sake of appearances? Of maintaining some antiquated notion of propriety?"
Her father sighed, rubbing his temples as if warding off an impending headache. "You're young, Karina. You don't yet understand the responsibilities that come with our position. This marriage is about so much more than just you and Matthew."
The platitudes, so familiar and yet so hollow, did little to soothe the tumult raging within her. Karina opened her mouth to protest further, but the sudden rap of knuckles against the door stilled her words.
Her father's brow furrowed as he rose to answer the unexpected visitor. Karina's heart stuttered in her chest, a frisson of trepidation rippling through her. Could it be John, come to whisk her away from this gilded cage of expectation?
But the figure that filled the doorway was all too familiar – Matthew Hogan, resplendent in an impeccably tailored suit, his chestnut hair neatly coiffed. His expression, however, lacked the cocksure arrogance Karina had come to expect. Instead, his hazel eyes shone with a strange vulnerability, a glimmer of uncertainty that humanized his chiseled features.
"Mr. Gomez," Matthew greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "I hope I'm not intruding."
Her father's surprise quickly morphed into a broad smile, the lines of disapproval smoothing from his brow. "Matthew, my boy! Not at all, come in, come in."
As Matthew stepped across the threshold, his gaze found Karina's, and a faint blush tinged his cheeks. "Karina," he murmured, inclining his head in a respectful nod.
Karina felt her own cheeks flush, a traitorous warmth blooming in her chest at the unexpected courtesy. This was a side of Matthew she had never seen before, a far cry from the arrogant, entitled young man she had come to resent.
"I apologize for my unannounced visit," Matthew continued, turning back to her father. "But after the... misunderstanding at the boutique earlier, I felt compelled to make amends."
Her father waved a dismissive hand. "Think nothing of it, my boy. I'm sure it was simply a case of nerves getting the better of our Karina."
Nerves? Karina bristled at the diminution of her impassioned outburst, but before she could protest, Matthew spoke again.
"Actually, sir, I was hoping to have a word with Karina. Alone, if you don't mind." His gaze flickered back to her, and in that moment, Karina saw a glimmer of the young man she had caught fleeting glimpses of – kind, vulnerable, uncertain.
Her father's brow arched in surprise, but he offered a acquiescing nod. "Of course, of course. I'll leave you two to... talk."
With a meaningful look in Karina's direction, he retreated, leaving them alone in the spacious foyer. An awkward silence descended, stretching taut between them like a tightrope upon which they both teetered precariously.
Finally, Matthew cleared his throat, his fingers toying with the cuff of his crisp shirt. "Karina, I... I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. And for any distress I may have caused you."
His words, so sincere and unexpected, caught Karina off guard. She blinked owlishly, struggling to reconcile this contrite, almost bashful young man with the brash, entitled persona she had come to expect.
"You don't need to apologize, Matthew," she found herself saying, surprising even herself with the gentleness of her tone. "I understand the pressure we're both under with this... arrangement."
He offered her a small, relieved smile, and Karina felt something within her shift, a hairline fracture in the armor of indignation she had so carefully constructed.
"Even so," Matthew pressed on, "I haven't exactly made the best impression, have I? I've been arrogant, presumptuous – everything a gentleman should not be." He paused, seeming to weigh his next words carefully. "I was hoping, perhaps, you might allow me the opportunity to start anew. To get to know the real Karina, not just the portrait others have painted of you."
His words, spoken with such earnest sincerity, struck a chord within her. Wasn't this what she had wanted all along? A chance to forge her own path, to be seen and accepted for who she truly was?
Before she could overthink her response, she found herself nodding. "Alright, Matthew. I'm willing to give you a chance."
The broad grin that spread across his features was utterly disarming, and Karina felt a flutter of something suspiciously akin to anticipation stir within her breast.
"Wonderful!" Matthew exclaimed. "In that case, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner? There's a charming little bistro I frequent, nothing too ostentatious, but the food is simply divine."
Karina hesitated, a fleeting wave of misgiving washing over her. But her father's voice echoed in her mind, a gentle reminder of the importance of keeping an open mind.
"Dinner sounds lovely," she acquiesced, offering Matthew a tentative smile.
His expression brightened further, and he offered her his arm with a courtly flourish. "Excellent! My car is just out front."
As they made their way outside, Karina couldn't help but admire the sleek, midnight-blue Aston Martin idling at the curb. Matthew ushered her inside, holding the door for her with an unexpected gallantry that set her heart aflutter.
As the powerful engine rumbled to life, Karina couldn't resist a sidelong glance at her companion. Matthew's expression was one of intense concentration, his brow furrowed ever so slightly as he guided the vehicle into the flow of traffic.
An awkward silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the radio and the thrum of the engine. Karina found herself fidgeting, her fingers toying with the hem of her dress.
"So," Matthew ventured after a moment, his voice cutting through the stillness, "your father tells me you're an avid reader."
Karina blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected conversational gambit. "Oh, uh, yes. I love to read, especially classic literature."
Matthew nodded, his eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead. "Any particular favorites?"
And just like that, the floodgates opened. Karina found herself eagerly expounding upon her love for the rich, layered narratives of Austen and the Brontë sisters. 
Matthew listened with rapt attention, nodding and offering the occasional insightful observation.
Before Karina realized it, they had arrived at their destination – a sleek, modern edifice nestled amid the towering skyscrapers of the city's financial district. As Matthew handed the valet his keys, Karina couldn't help but gape at the opulent surroundings.
"Matthew, this place looks... well, exquisite," she breathed.

Matthew held the door open for Karina as they entered the fancy restaurant. It was a big, bright room with white table cloths and sparkling glasses.
"Wow, this is really nice," said Karina, looking around in awe.
A skinny waiter with a pencil mustache approached them. "Good evening, welcome to Le Canard. Do you have a reservation?"
Matthew nodded. "Yes, under Hogan."
The waiter checked his list. "Ah yes, right this way please."
He led them to a quiet table in the corner. Karina was admiring the lovely decorations when suddenly the waiter tripped! He went flying and glasses crashed to the floor, shattering everywhere.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, let me clean this up right away," the flustered waiter said, scrambling to pick up broken glass.
Karina put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh at the poor man's clumsiness. Matthew just shook his head and sighed.
After the mess was cleaned up, the waiter took their drink orders. Karina asked for a Coke while Matthew ordered a glass o

CHAPTER EIGHT – THE CHEATING FIANCE