Hot air hit my face as I left the recording studio. I quickly walked over to my car, got in and turned on the cooler. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the cold air started to fill the car and gave me a chill that felt like being roasted.

Today, I finished recording my third single, after which my contract with the management ended. My cell phone rings as I start my car.

“Yes, Mikaila is here.”

“WHERE ARE YOU??”

I pushed the phone away a little when I heard Caroline’s screams. My manager and cousin are more loud and chatty than my mother.

“I’m on my way.”

“Hurry up, Mika! Or you will be replaced by another model!”

“Okay, on the way.”

I stepped on the gas pedal deeper to increase the speed to get to the location where I was filming a commercial for one of the most famous Coke products.

Arriving at the set, I immediately ran towards the crew who had gathered and were working on the set for the ad shoot.

“You tortoise! Come here quickly. You will take it!” nagged Caroline. I just let out my horse grin. She would look like the Goddess of Death when she was angry.

After shooting the commercial was over, it was getting late into the night. Caroline came home with her boyfriend, Andrew; I saw their intimate scene near Andrew’s car before they disappeared. Sighing heavily, I’ve never been in love and dated any man.

Whenever a man approached me, I would only consider him a friend, nothing more. About dating invitations, I often refuse for various reasons. I don’t know; I haven’t thought about having a special relationship with a man; I’m still busy thinking about my career. And again, I don’t want to fall in love yet.

Once, I liked a guy, but he didn’t like me and just thought of me like a little sister and feelings were not reciprocated. I’m disappointed, of course, but what can I do??! Maybe love isn’t on my side. My phone rings again and interrupts my unimportant daydream.

“Mom??!”

“Where are you, honey? Hurry home; I want to talk to you about something.”

“About what?”

“Go home first; I’ll tell you when you get home.”

I quickly got into my car and drove home. My mom seemed to want to talk seriously this time; my heart was pounding, and I felt nervous and curious.

I rushed downstairs when I got home and parked the car in the garage. I saw a very expensive grey Mercedes Benz parked in my large yard; I just shrugged and assumed there must be guests.

“That’s Mikaila, honey; come here,” Mom said, which made me look at her as I was still in the doorway of the main entrance of my house. My gaze turned to my mom’s guest, and those eyes seemed to hypnotize me, fading everything around me. A handsome face was looking at me, who just stared at him in silence. That gaze seemed to nail my feet.

“Mikaila,” my mother called, which jolted me back to reality; with a slight bow, I walked over to my mother and sat beside her. There was a man, about half a century old, sitting beside him, a beautiful woman who looked graceful at her age. They smiled at me; I smiled back and nodded respectfully before sitting down.

My gaze turned to the man with gold eyes sitting in front of me; the man looked at me with a sharp gaze that made my heart beat abnormally. I hastily lowered my face to hide the nervousness that squeezed all my nerves.

“Honey, this is Aunt Ramia and Uncle Abraham; they are here to propose to you.”

My mom’s words are like Thor’s thunderbolt, which is very powerful in the Avengers movie; I was shocked, and my tongue went numb.

What? Propose Marriage of me?

My Inner Goddess was stunned on her red sofa, while my senses narrowed her eyes with her mouth open, surprised by this.

“And that’s Reyhan , your future husband,” repeated My mom. I peeked at Reyhan behind my eyelashes while twisting my fingers between my thighs. I’m nervous; this handsome man is my future husband, whether this is a gift or a disaster, but I can’t say anything and choose to be silent; my mind is debating between wanting to deny and accept this fact.

“Auntie heard Mikaila is a singer; is it true?” asked Aunt Ramia. I looked up at the charismatic, beautiful woman who smiled shadily; I smiled then nodded.

“Yes, Auntie, I’m a singer,” I answered briefly with a feeling of shock that I was still trying to suppress.

“You know, Reyhan likes to hear your song. Auntie caught him listening to it,” said Aunt Ramia with a witty glance in her eyes. Instantly, I turned to the handsome man before me and looked at him surprised; the man chuckled. Aunt Ramia giggled, as well as Uncle Abraham.

I looked down again when Reyhan ’s gaze met mine; I couldn’t stare at him for so long. Curse my blushing Inner Goddess shit! Isn’t the time to be dazzled, though I admit in my head that he’s handsome?

His gaze seemed to intimidate me; my whole body seemed to melt with his gaze, and I was helpless with that gaze. Never before had I felt this way when a man stared at me; this man’s gaze was different and caused a spark of alien feeling within me.

“Your engagement will hold in a week, and Reyhan can use that time to get to know Mikaila more,” said my mom, smiling happily. I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, my throat suddenly dry.

Being in a position like this makes my heart feel like it’s about to explode, especially if I have to spend much time alone with him; I could die young before getting engaged. When Uncle Abraham and Aunt Ramia were going home, the graceful woman gave me a warm hug; I hugged her back and gave them both a sincere smile before they left my terrace and headed for the car they were riding in.

“I’m sure Mikaila will be able to make Reyhan the happiest man in the world,” said Aunt Ramia. I smiled awkwardly, hearing her very convincing words.

“Tomorrow, Reyhan will pick up Mikaila to come together to Rani’s birthday party,” added the elegant woman again. Mom agreed, and they looked happy, except for me, struggling with my thoughts and still trying to digest this incident.