He was meant to be there as the match-maker, the Weaver, not the Matched. I watched it all, unable to stop it, but also not wanting to.
Who wants to stand in the way of love?
I was there the day he brought two Matched together. Part of the camera crew to document the further success of the Weavers. Never before had I struggled with a Matching. The Weaver’s choices always made sense. They always followed a pattern. But when this Weaver showed up with his boy-man. I wasn’t the only one to scoff at the match.
I’m being tricked, I know it, but there doesn’t seem to be a way out.
It started yesterday. I woke to find a man sitting at the foot of my bed. I have no idea how he got there, but to say I was scared is the understatement of the year.
We’ve managed to randomly bump into each other several times now, like providence is guiding our paths together in some love-struck rom-com.
He’s beautiful and charming and everything I want in a guy. Basically he’s Prince Charming.
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