Page 22 of A Dreamy Match Made in Heaven
“Perfect, do you prefer light hair or dark?” she asked.
“I suppose light,” Sophia replied.
“And eyes?” she continued.
“Dark,” she said.
The line of questions continued and it was strange to answer them, but Sophia could not deny that the face of the man she found most handsome was at the forefront of her thoughts.
“Now what sort of humour do you appreciate? A mysterious man or one who makes you laugh?” she asked next.
Sophia had to think this one through a bit more.
“I suppose a bit of both. I mean, I prefer a man who makes me laugh. But he has to know when the time is right to cease with jokes and simply be open and honest with me,” she replied.
The Matchmaker nodded and seemed to make a note in her mind on that matter. “That is wise,” she said aloud.
“And do you prefer a man who enjoys his leisure or one who shall work constantly to ensure that you are well looked after?” she asked next.
The questions were growing more and more difficult to answer. Sophia wanted all of them.
“Again, I believe in balance. I hope for a man who can keep our family afloat, particularly for the sake of the children. I would like someone who enjoys his work and feels pride in it. But he should also enjoy life. He should also be able to relax with his wife and children and simply enjoy a day,” she answered.
All of her replies seemed satisfactory enough to Miss Wainwright, but Sophia wondered if such a man existed with all of these qualities.
And yet, had she not based every answer on the one man that she already knew possessed them?
Shaking her head from the fog of that thought, Sophia tried to focus. She had already lost any opportunity she had once had with that man. He had abandoned her, and for good reason.
But now that she was able to explain what she did hope to find in a husband, Sophia found herself feeling a little bit more hopeful.
She had been able to tell what she wanted without giving into the expectations of society. She had told the Matchmaker what it was that she desired and that meant that there was hope that such a man might be found.
At the end of the appointment, Miss Wainwright escorted the two of them to the door.
“It has been an absolute pleasure speaking with you and I am glad that we have met. I have had appointments with a few men this week and there are some things that I am bearing in mind. You shall hear from me soon,” she said.
“Thank you, Miss Wainwright,” Sophia replied before she and Adrianna skipped down the short path to the coach that awaited them.
“Can you believe it? Was it not wonderful? She truly seems hopeful that she can find the right husband for you,” Adrianna noted.
“Indeed. And if she is able to, I shall be overjoyed,” Sophia answered.
In her heart, the whole event had stirred up her thoughts and emotions for the man she had lost. But she pushed these thoughts aside. She would remain hopeful.
There had to be another man out there. And if anyone could find him, it was Miss Wainwright.
Chapter 10
Thomas was relieved that he had finally found the proper home. As he approached, when he was merely a few homes away from the strange door he heard the sound of young women laughing from a coach that was parked just outside along the street. As he grew closer, the coachman took the reins and the coach departed.
Thomas proceeded forward and made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door of the eclectic townhome that was entirely different from those surrounding it.
The Matchmaker opened the door and revealed herself to be an entirely different woman than he had anticipated.
“Oh, wonderful! You must be Mr. Gregory, it is spectacular to meet you,” the woman greeted with an overeager friendliness.
“Officer…Gregory,” he gently corrected with a smile. It was met with an expression that lacked understanding, and Thomas figured it mattered not whether she followed through with the proper form of address.
