"A Wife For My Son."

"Sis? Please, can I leave now?" Zoe asked, stepping into Grace's office. She was bored already from sitting in the office and going through different proposals.

Now she had to figure out a way to plead with the dance instructor to pardon her and cut her some slack so she could attend the classes at a more convenient time.

"Sure. You have to make sure you come back in time so we can go home together," Ann told her with a smile.

"Sure. I will do just that," Zoe said as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you need the driver to drop you off?" Ann offered, but Zoe quickly shook her head.

"Not at all. I'll be fine. Thanks," She said with a quick smile before dashing out of the office.

"She is up to something," Grace, who had been looking at Zoe, quietly told Ann, who stood up the moment Zoe left.