Chapter 29: Best Gift

|| Arabella || "I'm sorry. I confessed to you by mistake—" I started to say, but the old man cut me off. "Oh, no, no, it's destiny. You even know my name." He smiled creepily at me. "What? I don't know your stupid nam—" I paused, realizing something. "Your name is Theo?!" Oh. My. God. I mistakenly confessed to the wrong person with the same name as the guy I liked. Why didn't I ever win a lottery with this kind of luck? He nodded and said, "Theo Hoovers. But I'm sure you already knew that. After all, our connection is so strong." I frantically shook my head. "No, I did not know your name. I was calling for—" "It's okay, darling. You don't have to be shy around me. I like you too. You're so beautiful. Jesus really has blessed me to give such a wonderful bride to me," Mr. Hoovers expressed, and I cringed. He was a pedophile, no doubt. He was at least five times my age. And he wanted to marry me—which I have no idea where he heard that from. Just the thought made me want to hurl.