Romina wasn''t sure whether River liked her or not. But really, who wouldn''t? She had the looks, the figure, the background. In all of Eaglioncile, few rich girls could match her.


    And the ones who came close weren''t nearly as capable. Most of them couldn''t even choose their husbands—they were arranged into marriages. It was just a slightly upgraded version of old-school matchmaking. Some of them were even paired with boys since childhood, raised as "future couples."


    But not her. Romina was truly free. When it came to marriage, she made the final call.


    "Whatever, let''s wait and see," Donovan said. "Just don''te crying to meter."


    "Grandpa, I have dinner ns with a friend. I''m heading out."


    Donovan got up and left, toozy to argue with his sister. In his eyes, Romina


    clearly had feelings for River-she just didn''t know it yet.


    And River? He had a hunch, otherwise he wouldn''t be pulling all this.


    After Donovan left, Mr. Lafond turned to his wife and asked, "Should we book flights for this afternoon or tomorrow?"


    "Let''s do the day after tomorrow," she replied. "No need to rush. After booking the flight, we''ll need to find a hotel and pack."


    Romina''s expression darkened. “Mom, Dad, are you seriously going to Wiltspoon to investigate River?" "Wiltspoon has some nice sights," Mrs. Lafond said cheerfully. "We''ll treat it like a vacation. It''s not like we go there often. We might as well enjoy ourselves before heading back. Romina, even if we''re not trying to marry you off to River, it''s still useful to learn about his background. You always say ''know your enemy to win every battle.'' You know River well, but you know nothing about his family."


    Romina had noeback.


    She''d always focused on fighting River in the business world-not his family life. She just assumed he came from a regr background. Maybe a middle-ss or farming family who''d pinned all their hopes on him. Now he was sessful in Eaglioncile, so they must be proud.


    Her parents were clearly set on their trip, and she couldn''t stop them. Putting down the fruit te, Romina said, "Can we eat now? I''m starving." "Alright, let''s eat. Does your head hurt?"


    Grandpa Lafond stood up, and Romina hurried to support him.


    "A little,” she admitted. “But it''s manageable. I''ll make some honey waterter." Thankfully, it was Sunday. She didn''t have work. She''d only drunk so much the night before because she knew she had today off.


    Her grandfather said, "Let''s see if you dare to drink like that again. Do you really think you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk? That''s just a saying." "Even if someone could drink that much," he added, "they''d end up with alcohol poisoning."


    Romina nodded, promising, "I learned my lesson. From now on, three to five cups max. No more than that."


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