The other party remained silent, not uttering a word for a long time.
Just as I thought he would refuse, he suddenly spoke up: "Alright, let's get married."
And this person was none other than the man Calvin had hired to pretend to pursue me.
Joaquin said softly, "I'll come pick you up at your place tomorrow."
I thought he was joking, but to my surprise, the doorbell rang early the next morning.
When I opened the door, rubbing my swollen eyes from crying, Joaquin was standing there looking dapper.
Looking at his face, I suddenly wanted to ask how much Calvin had paid him for his looks when he hired him.
Seeing my unsightly appearance, a flash of concern crossed his eyes: "Have you been crying over him?"
I put on a brave face: "No, I just got some dust in my eyes earlier."
Just as I was about to ask him what brought him here, his expression turned indulgent with a hint of exasperation: "We agreed, remember? I'm here to pick you up today."