Kris disguised her scoff with a chuckle and stared at the woman incredulously. Rebecca, like the rest, was shocked as she asked Victoria, "Isn't Zach known to attend functions by himself?"
"Of course. But my son has entrusted me to help him. So ladies, spread the word to all the potential daughter-in-laws."
The others readily agreed. The days ahead would be busy because this news would surely shake the city of New York. Which young woman wouldn't want to be young Mrs. Frost? What the other women didn't notice was the guilt in Victoria's eyes that she concealed by drinking her tea. Zach had not exactly agreed to this. 'But he didn't exactly disagree to this either', a little voice echoed in her head.
"Did he really agree to this? In this modern day, shouldn't we leave the kids to decide for themselves? I did that and Logan found himself a good girl. Just my opinion", Kris shrugged with an innocent face on.
Victoria wanted to retort and say she shared the same thoughts, but that son of hers was simply unreliable in this department. Forget Xavier. So she forced a smile and reminded the ladies to spread the word. When it was time, the ladies exchanged cheek-to-cheek kisses before boarding their respective cars and leaving the golf club.
The man in question was currently in his office staring at his computer. Frustration was evident on his features. He picked up a file from his desk but still glanced at the monitor from time to time. With a few clicks on his mouse, he refreshed the page but nothing changed. 'Did she not see it?' he mused.
He ruled out the possibility of her not figuring out it was him behind the two emails. So why? He heard the sound of his door opening but he didn't bother looking up as he swiftly minimised the page. There was only one person who would burst into his office without prior arrangements.
"Mother", he acknowledged as he looked through the file in his hands.
Victoria rushed to his side and swung her arm over his shoulder. "My hardworking son. What are you doing?"
He raised his file in response without sparing her a glance before he went back to reading. Her lips twitched from annoyance but she suppressed it and smiled instead.
"What do you want?" He saw through her little act but he wasn't annoyed. He heard her give a sheepish laugh before speaking, "How busy are you lately?"
"Very."
Zach felt her grip on his shoulder tighten before it quickly loosened. 'It must be a huge favor', he thought in amusement. "What are you doing this Saturday?"
"Business trip."
"Where to? Doesn't matter! When will you be back?"
"I'll let you know."
Victoria wanted to punch him so hard but she held it in. Would it kill him to speak in more sentences? But if she quarrelled with him, then she can forget about the blind date thing. Zach drove his focus back on work, she had no choice but to leave. Soon as she left, he went back on his email. A contemplative look settled on the man as he debated his next move.
Back in West Village
Amy was currently seated on her desk as she munched on some cookies Stella baked. For a woman who was complaining she had gained weight, she sure was feeding her a lot. It could be Stella's great culinary skills that she found herself eating more than she usually does. The person mentioned decided to stretch her legs so she made way to Amy's desk.
A gentle smile graced the older woman's face as she watched Amy enjoying the finger biscuits. Amy smiled when she saw Stella prop her elbows atop her desk. "How's it going dear?" She whispered while looking around.
Amy nodded as she chewed and swallowed. "By the way, these are so good!"
"I'm glad you like them. I can share you the recipe", Stella offered. She would be more than happy to do so seeing how much the younger woman was enjoying the biscuits. Amy's eyes lit up upon hearing Stella's offer, but a better suggestion popped into her head.
"Why don't you teach me instead?" She gave Stella puppy eyes hoping the older woman would agree.
Stella's heart warmed up and she readily agreed. The women smiled at each other. Amy was about to speak when her phone chimed. Amy excused herself and looked at her phone only to freeze. Stella could only see Amy's cheeks and ears turn red as she stared at her phone. It could only be one thing.
"A message from your husband?" Stella could not help but tease. But what followed was not Amy's reply, it was the sound of a thud. They looked over to find a book on the ground a few feet away from Stella and, a frozen Ian.