Facing her Father

He looked at her house from afar. He was going to ask her father for her hand, but he was too nervous to get out of his car. What if he said no? What to do then? Where to go? What if her father thought he was a prick? Just thinking about it made him feel sick. He felt his sweat turning cold, but he knew it was now or never, and he had to be bold. He took a deep breathe and got out of his car, ready to face this battle, no more afraid to get a scar. He knocked on the door, her father answered. He invited him inside, but he got to the point. “Will you let me marry your daughter?”, he said, expecting a slaughter. Surprisingly her father said yes. It went unexpectedly easy, and he wondered why earlier he felt like a mess.

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