3. A Decision

Concern suddenly enveloped Charlotte's heart.

Obviously it was a very difficult choice. Even though Oliver was someone who liked to play with women, he still had sufficient assets.

Her life would definitely be guaranteed if she chose Oliver. However, the thought of having to watch that person play with another woman made it impossible for her to endure it.

Meanwhile, if she chose Shane, who was just a shoe sole maker, the economic problem was clearly at hand.

“Charlotte, answer there quickly,” Barbara ordered with a stern expression.

Charlotte's daydreams were shattered. She looked back at the man whose name she didn't yet know with a confused look.

"Why do you want to marry me?"

Beatrice, who was sitting next to her mother, immediately spoke up, "Jeez, Charlotte. If you ask, just accept it."

"If you don't want to be with Oliver, it's fine if you want this one," Charles said, without mentioning the young man's name.

Meanwhile, Cecilia, who was still dressed neatly, clicked her tongue, "You don't need to think about it long, Sis. The important thing is to get married."

Charlotte shook her head, "Can we talk for a moment?"

The man whose profession was a shoe sole maker answered, "Yes, Miss."

Charlotte then turned to her aunt.

"Auntie, can you come with me for a moment?" Charlotte asked.

Rosalia nodded in agreement.

Barbara snorted impatiently, "Don't be too long, I have a meeting with a friend. Hurry up and make a decision!"

"Yes, Mom," Charlotte answered who then invited Shane and Rosalia to leave the house and walk to the side near the fence.

After it felt like her family couldn't hear her conversation, Charlotte immediately asked, "Sir, why do you want to marry me? Auntie, why him, Auntie?"

Shane cleared his throat slightly, disguising his nervousness.

He said carefully, "Mrs. Rosalia said that there is a girl of mature age who is not yet married. And ... because I happen to be looking for a wife, I have decided to propose to you, Miss."

Charlotte looked at the young man, frowning in surprise.

"You proposed to someone without knowing their identity or what?"

"That's enough information given by Mrs. Rosalia."

The young man's answer made Charlotte turn to her aunt, asking for an explanation. Rosalia nodded in understanding.

"Charlotte, I'm just trying to prevent you from falling into Oliver's hands. If I don't do this, you could be forced to marry Oliver."

"Yes, but ... why does it have to ... it has to be him, Auntie?" Charlotte asked in a low voice.

Rosalia sighed softly, "Because I know Shane well and he sincerely wants to marry you, dear."

Charlotte sighed again, daring to look into the young man's eyes.

She didn't find any suspicious looks so he asked again, "Are you really serious about proposing to me?"

"Yes, Miss," Shane answered without hesitation.

Charlotte rubbed her nose, she wanted to refuse but still couldn't find the right words.

"You're doubtful because my profession is just a shoe sole maker, right, Miss?" Shane guessed.

At first it was like that, but Charlotte had stopped thinking about the young man's profession since looking into the young man's honest eyes. So quickly the girl with her long, tied hair shook her head, "No, it's not like that. It's just ...."

"Believe me, Miss! I can definitely make you smile a lot later," Shane said with confidence.

Charlotte looked up, looking at Shane who was looking straight at her.

Before Charlotte had time to say a word, her mother's voice was heard again, "Charlotte, hurry!"

"Hey, Sis. Come on, I have to hurry home, my husband will go home," Beatrice shouted from inside the house.

Charlotte sighed tiredly.

Shane said again, "Rest assured, I can definitely make you happy."

"Marriage without love?" Charlotte muttered softly without realizing it.

Shane chuckled, "Love can grow later, as long as we open ourselves to each other."

Charlotte still looked doubtful, but Charles was already standing at the door, "Charlotte, what are you waiting for?"

"Yes, Charlotte. Trust me, Shane is definitely the right choice for you," Rosalia whispered.

With her heart pounding, Charlotte finally went back into the house with Shane and Rosalia. The two of them sat separately.

Shane sat next to Charles, while Charlotte sat near Barbara. Meanwhile, her aunt, Rosalia, sat behind her.

"So, what's your decision? Accept this shoe sole maker or the one I offered you this morning?" Charles asked, glancing at Shane as if he didn't appreciate Shane's profession.

Beatrice smiled dismissively, "Yes, it's okay, Sis. Instead of being a spinster who doesn't sell well, it's no problem being with a shoe sole maker."

Charlotte looked strangely annoyed when her family insulted Shane's profession. Meanwhile, the young man himself looked relaxed at being insulted like that.

"Well, I'm actually confused. Do you accept it or not? Just choose, you know, a shoe sole maker or a rich widower?" Cecilia said.

"Well, hurry up! I'm waiting for my friends," Barbara demanded impatiently.

"Quickly decide, so I can let Oliver know that you have proposed," Charles said.

Pressured and prodded like that, Charlotte became increasingly confused about making a decision.

However, the girl who was starting to sweat then heard Shane say in a low and soothing tone, "I'm ready to hear your decision, Miss. Don't worry, Miss! Just listen to your little heart!"

Charlotte looked up and looked at Shane who was smiling gently at her. Instantly her heart warmed and she slowly answered, "Yes, I accept your proposal."

Beatrice and Cecilia glanced at each other then laughed silently.

"Okay, when is the agreement?" Charles asked.

"As soon as possible," Barbara added.

Without hesitation, Shane said, "I'm ready this week, sir."

Charlotte squeezed her hands, nervous but she tried to convince herself that if she had decided to choose Shane, she had to be ready with any plan.

"How about the day after tomorrow? It doesn't need to be big, just a simple wedding is enough," Charles said.

Charlotte's heart suddenly sank.

How soon will she get married?

"Okay, sir, I'm ready." Shane answered confidently.

Two days later, Shane and Charlotte's wedding finally took place. The wedding took place with only a few members of their immediate family present.

Charlotte wasn't dressed up like most brides. She only wore a white robe that she bought last year and put on a light wash of makeup.

However, Shane looked impressed when he saw Charlotte's simple appearance. In fact, the young man commented, "You are beautiful, Miss."

Charlotte fell silent, not knowing how she should reply. Because Shane was the first man to give her a compliment like that.

Oh my gosh, Charlotte had tears in her eyes. She never thought that she would have an impromptu wedding like that.

However, she didn't want to dwell on what had happened. Shane smiled gently at the woman who had officially become his wife.

Rosalia congratulated her and immediately left because there were guests from out of town so only Charlotte's immediate family remained in the house.

"Wow, you are officially the shoe sole maker's wife!" Beatrice mocked openly.

"You're no longer a spinster, Sis," Cecilia said with an annoying smile.

"Sis, if my shoes are damaged, I can have them repaired by your husband," Zack said, Beatrice's husband, in a condescending tone.

Charlotte was almost about to open her mouth, but Shane suddenly grabbed her arm, "Let's go into the room first! I want to talk to you about something."

Charles and Barbara looked just indifferent, while Percy, Cecilia's husband, said, "Hey, where are you going? Why don't you just go to your room to play? You have to clean it up first."

Charlotte blinked, "Clear up what, Dad?"

"This is all," Charles answered curtly as he stood up.

"Just because of the bride and groom, do you want to be lazy?" Barbara said.