No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 793

"I bet you won't either," Fanny teased me, but I knew she was on my side.

Fanny and I stepped into the ballroom, where Rodney was basking in the glow of well-wishers, decked out in a dashing purple and gold suit. He was all smiles, accepting gifts with the grace of someone who owned the room.

When he saw my gift, his eyes lit up. "This one's special. I really like it."

His compliment made me blush. I knew Conrad's mom had also gifted a painting, so why was mine so unique? Herschel Lake sure had a way with words, making every gift-giver feel like a star.

"Fanny, where's your Yates? Why didn't he come along?" Mr. Anderson inquired.

Fanny nudged me with her elbow and replied, "Oh, Mr. Anderson, I didn't bring him because I wanted to see you."

The old man, wise beyond his years, chuckled softly, knowing well enough that my presence didn't hinder Yates's attendance. After all, the birthday bash was open to everyone.

"Go on, grab a bite," Mr. Anderson said indulgently, "but don't stray too far. I'll need your help later."

Fanny and I exchanged a glance. "You don't mean we're cutting the cake for you, do you?" Fanny joked.

With a playful tap on Fanny's forehead, Mr. Anderson replied, "You little rascal, I'm perfectly capable of wielding a knife. I need you two to help me with something else."

"Picking a girlfriend for Sinclair, perhaps?" Fanny quipped, fearless of her grandmother overhearing.

The old man pointed at her, amused. "You're getting bolder by the minute. No, I need you to help find Sinclair a wife."

Fanny and I exchanged another look. Mr. Anderson sighed, "He's in his mid-thirties and hasn't even had a girlfriend. You know what people are saying? They think he might swing the other way."

I stifled a laugh, but Fanny didn't hold back. "Well, Grandpa, they might not be entirely wrong."

"Cheeky girl, don't encourage them," Mr. Anderson scolded lightly, gesturing toward the guests.

Fanny glared at me, "What are you talking about? I never think about it. If he hadn't come back, I would've forgotten completely."

I chuckled. If something's truly forgotten, it doesn't pop back into your head so easily.

After scoping out the room, we agreed there wasn't anyone who matched Sinclair's standards.

"What do you think?" I asked Fanny.

"No way. None of these debutantes would catch my uncle's eye," she asserted confidently.

We high-fived. "Great minds think alike."

"Let's go report back to Grandpa," Fanny said, leading the way. As we approached the door, we overheard Mr. Anderson and Sinclair deep in conversation.