Riverdale.
Chapter 1
Sitting in a cafe, Anastasia scrutinized the man she was set up with. She was quite taken aback.
His looks were a sight for sore eyes. His features were damn handsome, flawless, radiating an innate sense of nobility
This was her tenth blind date in less than three months. She was between a rock and a hard place if she didn’t come, her mom would threaten her with fasting or suicide
The guy in front of her was definitely a cut above the other dudes she’d been set up with before. After so many blind dates, Anastasia wasn’t shy anymore so she blurted out, “When are you planning to get hitched?”
Before coming. Anastasia had decided that as long as the guy wasn’t a total bum, she’d consider marrying him right away, maybe even skip the whole dating process.
Wasn’t the point of blind dates to find someone to marry? If she got married, her mom wouldn’t be threatening her with suicide anymore.
The man seemed surprised, then chuckled, “We just met. Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun?”
When the dude laughed, he was a real looker, like sunshine in spring. Anastasia had a thing for handsome guys and was almost mesmerized.
Anastasia composed herself and said, “Oh night, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m Anastasia. The matchmaker should have filled you in about me. I’m 25, a freelancer, and I sell some jewelry, earning around 10 thousand dollars. Only got my mom at home. I’ve been in a relationship before, now I’m single, healthy, no bad habits.”
Then, Anastasia added, “I’m ready to get hitched anytime.”
Anastasia was here today because her mom had pushed her into it, and the guy she was set up with was found by her mom on a dating website. She thought this would be another average–looking, older guy with a beer belly and messed up values.
People on dating websites were just too unreliable. Anastasia had seen it all, and very few were decent looking.
Hearing Anastasia’s introduction, the guy got the gist. He smiled warmly, his voice gentle. “How did the matchmaker introduce me to you? Aren’t you afraid of getting conned?”
“Marriage is a gamble.” Anastasia sipped her drink and said, “This is my tenth blind date. They told me you work for a listed company, Elysian Technologies You’re a local, and your parents are gone. You’re a solid guy, hardworking, and eager to get hitched. You’re… Mr. Alstrom…”
Anastasia forgot the guy’s name. When she left home, her mom had told her about the guy she was meeting, but she hadn’t really paid attention.
‘My name’s Herman Salstrom,” the man said with a warm smile. “I’m a local, don’t own a house, but I have a car. I rent my place, drive a Chevrolet, have a stable income, am currently single, have no bad habits, and I am healthy.”
Anastasia pulled out a bunch of marital registration papers and looked at Herman. “Mr. Salstrom, would you marry me right here and now? I can support myself, and won’t spend your money. We can go dutch. You don’t have to give me any gifts, or have a wedding. Just a simple affair, we just need to be legally married.”
Regardless, she was getting into this relationship just to fulfill her mom’s wishes. The rest, they would play it by ear. If they were really compatible, they’d stick together.
Many of Anastasia’s friends got married through blind dates, and most of them were doing great. A simple life was real happiness.
Herman unconsciously tapped his hand with his forefinger, pondering her words.
This woman had come to the blind date with all the paperwork ready for marriage registration. Was she a bit too eager to tie the knot?
He was going to be 30 this year, and the pressure from home to get married was mounting.
Herman asked, “You don’t mind that I don’t own a house? Being with me might be tough.”
“I don’t own a house either, Anastasia said. “Without parental support, not many people can afford a house before 30. I understand, as long as you’re decent and ambitious, we’ll be fine.
Anastasia knew the house prices in this city. She herself was an ordinary person, no background, or special skills, How could she demand the guy to own a house
Anastasia stared at Herman, and after about ten seconds, Herman took out his phone and made a call, “Prepare all the necessary paperwork for a marriage registration
An hour later.
Anastasia and Herman walked out of the registration office, looking at the marriage certificates in her hand, Anastasia belatedly realized how impulsive she’d been. She’d actually married a guy she’d only met once.
Herman saw her expression and smirked, “If you’re having second thoughts, there’s still time.”
Anastasia put away the documents, looked up at him, shook her head, and said firmly. “I won’t back out, Mr. Salstrom. You probably have work to do, and I need to sell stuff. I’m heading home”
They’d just gotten married and were already going their separate ways? Was this woman really just looking for any guy to marry?
