Married at First Sight

Serenity Hunt got up first thing in the morning to make breakfast for her sister’s family of three before grabbing her birth certificate and slipping away in the silence.

“We’re going Dutch from now on, and I’m talking about everything – the living expenses, the mortgage, and auto loans! Your sister should be splitting the cost since she’s staying at our place. Sure, she pays two thousand bucks a month, but it doesn’t stretch very far. She’s basically mooching off us.”

Serenity overheard her brother-in-law’s comment during the couple’s argument last night.

She had to move out of her sister’s place.

However, there was only one way to put her sister’s mind to rest, and that was to get married.

Since Serenity wanted to tie the knot on short notice without ever having had a boyfriend, she decided to take up on Grandma May’s offer. Serenity had saved the old lady by chance and came to know that Grandma May was trying to marry off her grandson, Zachary York, who had trouble settling down.

Twenty minutes later, Serenity got off to her pit stop at City Hall.

“Serenity.”

A familiar voice summoned her attention the moment she got out of the car. It was Grandma May.

“Grandma May.”

of a towering yet distant figure standing next to Grandma May. He must be Zachary, her

dumbstruck after getting a load of Zachary’s

eldest grandson, Zachary had no luck with the ladies despite hitting thirty. Needless to say, Grandma May

always assumed that

Zachary had a high-paying job

that they had met face-to-face, Serenity realized that she got it all wrong.

next to Grandma May with a sour face, he appeared standoffish

black MPV parked nearby. Judging by the logo, it was a national car rather than

started a bookshop

knit little knick-knacks to sell

home a steady income of twenty thousand dollars. The same amount in Wiltspoon would position her among the white collars. That was why she could afford to hand her sister five thousand

pocket three thousand bucks and

this is my oldest grandson, Zachary. He’s a thirty-year-old man and can’t even get himself out there. Although he’s not the warmest person, he’s attentive and considerate. You saved my life, and we’ve known

his gran’s description of him, Zachary looked askance at Serenity without saying a

had grown immune to her

three grandsons, blessing her with nine grandsons. Since a granddaughter was missing in Grandma May’s

the face, Serenity openly extended her right hand to Zachary and introduced herself

her throat, he reached out his right hand for a shake, albeit

look at the time before informing Serenity. “I’m a busy