My name is Louis Stedman, heir to the Stedman family, recognized as one of the twenty wealthiest families in Baltimore. During a visit to Westminster Hospital for my father's treatment, I encountered a remarkable young woman who captivated my attention. Unfortunately, I could not express my interest at that moment, as my father, Mr. Stedman, was present and receiving care from this intriguing individual. I learned her name when she introduced herself as Dr. Allison May. After her services concluded, I escorted my father to the car under the pretense of waiting for me while I retrieved his medication, all the while aiming to obtain Dr. Allison's contact information.
My name is Louis Stedman, heir to the Stedman family, which is esteemed as one of the twenty most affluent families in Baltimore. While visiting Westminster Hospital for my father's medical treatment, I encountered an extraordinary young woman who captured my interest. Regrettably, I was unable to convey my admiration at that moment, as my father, Mr. Stedman, was present and receiving care from this remarkable individual. I learned her name when she introduced herself as Dr. Allison May. After her duties were complete, I accompanied my father to the car under the pretense of retrieving his medication, all the while seeking a way to obtain Dr. Allison's contact details.
My name is Louis Stedman, heir to the Stedman family.The gentleman you have just assisted is my father.With that said, may I inquire as to your name, my dear lady?"Louis asked."How is it that I have been deemed your queen, sir? Or should I say, Mr. Charming?"The compliment was particularly pleasing to hear.
Please feel free to refer to me as Dr. Allison or simply Allison May; I am the heir of the May family. Your name is quite lovely, reflecting the grace of its owner. If I could have your contact information, I would appreciate it; I intend to call you and arrange a meeting on another day, as I prefer not to keep the older gentleman waiting—he tends to be quite impatient. Here are my contact details; you may send me a message, so I can obtain yours as well. Now, my esteemed colleague, I will allow you to attend to your patients, with the hope of seeing you soon. How does dinner with me this evening sound?
Please feel free to give me a call, and I will provide you with the necessary information," Allison stated as she prepared to leave. Louis exited the room and proceeded to the pharmacy to collect his father's medication. Fortunately, there were no customers in line at the pharmacy, so he was quickly attended to and soon left, making his way to the parking lot. Upon entering the car, the driver immediately departed. En route home, Louis sent Allison a text with the address and time for their dinner meeting later that evening, and he promptly received a confirmation in reply, eliciting a smile from him. Noticing his son's expression, his father inquired, "What has you smiling?" Louis responded, "Oh, nothing, Dad, I just had a pleasant thought." His father pressed, "Are you feeling alright? It seems unusual for you to smile for no reason." To which Louis reiterated, "Dad, I assure you, I simply recalled something that made me happy.
In the evening, Louis exited his room and proceeded directly to the parking lot, where he entered an S-Class Mercedes Benz and departed toward the hotel where he was scheduled to meet Allison. After approximately thirty minutes, he arrived at the hotel's parking lot. Before leaving the vehicle, he called Allison to confirm her arrival, at which point she indicated she was nearly there.
As he waited, he noticed a black BMW approaching the lot. His attention was drawn to the direction of the vehicle as a striking woman emerged from it—none other than Allison May herself. She looked radiant, her dress accentuating her curvaceous figure perfectly.
Louis was eagerly anticipating the moment, so he exited his Mercedes-Benz and walked directly to where Allison had parked her BMW. "Hello, gorgeous. The true definition of beauty has finally arrived," he remarked.
"Stop flattering me; you are quite handsome yourself, Mr. Man," Allison replied with a smile.
"The name is Louis. Louis Stedman," he responded.
"Alright, I heard you," she acknowledged. They then proceeded to the entrance of the hotel together.
Upon their arrival, a waitress approached them and inquired if they had a reservation.
"Yes, I personally made a reservation under the name Louis Stedman. You may verify it on your booking list," he replied confidently.
The waitress retrieved a list from her pocket and began checking it name by name until she located Louis Stedman's name.
"Alright, sir, please follow me," she instructed, leading them to their reserved table.
"Please hold on; your food will be served shortly," she added before departing. After a few minutes, she returned with a tray containing six different dishes, which she placed on the table before leaving again. Shortly thereafter, she returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
"Enjoy yourselves, sir and madam," she said before exiting.
"Enjoy your meal, Allison, and you as well, Louis Stedman," he said with a smile. They commenced their meal, and after nearly half an hour, they had both finished. Louis poured a glass of red wine for Allison before serving himself. "Cheers," they said as they raised their glasses, and after a few moments, they set them down and engaged in conversation.
Allison felt a moment of hesitation before confiding in Louis about her arranged marriage to a man she did not love. Nevertheless, she gathered her courage and began to share her story.
"Let me explain the situation. When my grandfather arrived, he brought a young man named Chuck into our home, stating that he would be living with us as he had no place of his own. He had been residing with his aunt, who sadly passed away from cancer. Although no one paid much attention at the time, my grandfather eventually appointed Chuck as his personal driver, and they forged a close friendship, with my grandfather often treating him as if he were one of his own grandsons.
Later, during a family dinner, my grandfather delivered some disheartening news: he had arranged a marriage between me and Chuck. My mother and I both voiced our objections, but he was the head of the family, and his word was final. This left me with no choice but to proceed with a marriage to Chuck, who I found rather unremarkable.
In the months leading up to my grandfather's passing, he relentlessly insisted that I provide him with a grandson, even threatening that he would leave none of his wealth or properties to us without a promise of a child. My mother encouraged me to go along with this arrangement, and I became pregnant in an effort to secure our family's financial future after his death.
Although Chuck and I shared a room, I was never comfortable sharing a bed with him, so he slept on the floor while I took the bed. After the birth of my child and my grandfather's subsequent passing, Chuck has not shared my room since. My mother and I decided to send him out, and he has been living in the store ever since."