My dad, Leo, thought I didn’t notice how lonely he was after Mom died—but I did. So I started proposing to women for him. Literally. With a bent bottle cap ring.
“Will you marry my dad?” I’d ask.
They’d smile—until I said he was a driver. Then they’d vanish. No one knew he actually owned the company. He just still drives because he loves it.
One woman even laughed in my face.
Weeks later, at a charity gala, she showed up again—flirting with Dad. I stepped in fast.
“Not her,” I told him. “She already rejected you.”
Then I saw her. Billie.
Turns out, she and Dad were once in love but got torn apart years ago. And now? Fate brought them back together.
That night, Dad finally smiled like he meant it.
And for the first time in a long time, I knew he wasn’t lonely anymore.
