The next morning, Kaylee walked into the cozy cafe where she had arranged to meet Joyce. The place was familiar to them both—a warm, inviting space where they first caught up. But today, Kaylee spotted Joyce sitting by the window, and she noticed something different. Joyce's usual bright demeanor was replaced by a quiet sadness, her eyes downcast as she stirred her tea absently.
Kaylee approached with a gentle smile, determined not to pressure Joyce but to be present for her. "Good morning, Joyce," she greeted warmly as she slid into the seat across from her. "I've been craving a catch-up with you. How have you been?"
Joyce looked up, her eyes betraying the emotions she was trying to conceal. "Hey, Kaylee. I'm... okay," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. But the slight tremble in her words told Kaylee otherwise.
Kaylee could see the turmoil in Joyce's expression but chose not to push. Instead, she simply waited, sipping her tea and allowing the silence to settle comfortably between them.
Finally, Joyce took a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts. "Kaylee, I'm actually just managing."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kaylee asked, her tone gentle but encouraging.
Joyce hesitated, then sighed, her shoulders slumping as she finally allowed herself to be vulnerable. Her words were slow and careful at first. "Last night, President Langford's personal assistant, Mr. Hann, and I went to dinner. It was supposed to be about finalizing a partnership agreement for work, but... I thought it could be more. I thought maybe he was finally seeing me as more than just a business partner. I've liked him for so long, Kaylee," she began, her face flushing with a mixture of hope and embarrassment.
Kaylee remained quiet, sensing there was more to the story, and not wanting to interrupt Joyce's flow.
"I've been praying about this for years," Joyce continued, her voice thick with emotion. "Ever since I met Mr. Hann, I felt this connection. I thought... maybe God was guiding me toward him. I tried to show him how much I cared, asking him out for coffee many times, and in other small ways until I stopped two years ago when I realized maybe he didn't appreciate me coming across as too forward. Then came his invitation to dinner last night. I was so happy when he called me on Wednesday—it felt like a response after three years. But last night... I realized it was all in my head. Mr. Hann doesn't feel the same way, Kaylee. He was polite but distant. It felt like he was just doing his job, nothing more. And I finally understood that he's never going to see me the way I see him."
As Joyce spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away. "I thought I was strong enough to handle it, but it hurts so much. I don't know what to do, Kaylee. I prayed so hard, and now I'm just... lost."
Kaylee, who had been listening attentively, reached across the table and took Joyce's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Joyce, I'm so sorry you're going through this. I know how much you care about Hann, but I want you to remember something important: God's timing is perfect, and He knows what's best for you, even when it's hard to see."
Joyce's eyes filled with tears, but she nodded, clinging to Kaylee's words. "I just don't understand why it has to hurt so much," she whispered, wiping away a tear that escaped down her cheek.
Kaylee leaned in closer, her expression full of compassion. "Sometimes, when we care deeply about someone, it's easy to pour everything we have into that person, hoping they'll feel the same way. But Joyce, your worth isn't tied to whether or not Hann sees you the way you see him. You are valuable because of who you are in Christ. God loves you, and He has a plan for you that's better than anything you could imagine—even if it doesn't include Hann."
Joyce looked down, absorbing Kaylee's words. "But what if I never find someone like Mr. Hann again? What if he was the one?"
Kaylee smiled softly, shaking her head. "Joyce, if Hann isn't the one God has for you, then you have to trust that the right person will come along at the right time. God's plan is always for our good, even when it's hard to understand. And sometimes, the waiting is about growing—about becoming the person God wants you to be before He brings the right person into your life."
Joyce bit her lip, her heart heavy but beginning to feel a glimmer of hope. "You're right, Kaylee. I know you are. Maybe... maybe I need to take a step back. I've been so focused on Mr. Hann, so focused on trying to make him see me, that I've lost sight of myself and what God wants for me."
Kaylee nodded, her eyes full of encouragement. "That's a wise decision, Joyce. Sometimes, the best thing we can do is step away and focus on our relationship with God and on developing ourselves. It's in those moments that God often does His greatest work in us. Take some time to heal, to rediscover who you are in Christ. And when the time is right, I believe God will bring someone into your life who sees you the way you deserve to be seen."
Joyce took a deep breath, feeling a sense of resolution settle over her. "I think you're right, Kaylee. I need to get away for a bit, and take some time for myself—to pray, to grow, and to heal this broken heart. Maybe even go on a little retreat, just me and God."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Kaylee said, her smile warm and supportive. "Remember, Joyce, you're never alone. God is with you every step of the way, and so am I. Take this time to rest in His presence and trust that He's working everything out for your good."
Joyce smiled through her tears, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you, Kaylee. I needed to hear that. I'm going to focus on my spiritual growth and trust that God has something beautiful in store for me, even if I can't see it right now."
Kaylee squeezed her hand one last time before they both stood up. "I'm proud of you, Joyce. You're stronger than you know. Take the time you need, and know that I'll be here when you're ready to come back."
As they hugged, Joyce felt a burden lift from her heart. She knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with Kaylee's encouragement and her faith in God, she felt ready to face it. And as she walked out of the cafe, she resolved to take that break—to step away, to grow, and to trust that in God's perfect timing, her heart would heal, and the right person would come along.
***
Kaylee returned home after her tea catch-up with Joyce, feeling proud of her friend's courage and newfound resolve to prioritize self-love. Joyce was a wonderful and capable young woman in Kaylee's eyes, and she would hate to see her lose her bubbly spirit over an unfortunate crush on Hann.
The afternoon sun filtered softly through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. Kaylee settled on the couch, letting the peaceful ambiance soothe her. Just as she was about to close her eyes, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at the caller ID—her mother, Amethyst Lin.
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected to hear from her parents until at least the next day. They had been on a mission trip in a remote area, unreachable until they returned to a place with a signal. Something must have happened for them to call early. She quickly answered.
"Ma? Pa?" Her voice was a mix of surprise and concern.
"Leely, sweetheart!" Amethyst's voice came through, tinged with worry but also immense relief. "Are you alright? We just heard about your hospitalization!"
Kaylee could hear her father, Stone Evan, in the background, his deep voice urging her mother to put the phone on speaker so they could both hear her.
"I'm okay now, really," Kaylee reassured them, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her just hearing their voices. "I had hypothermia, but I'm recovering well. I'm sorry you had to find out like this."
"What happened, Leely?" Stone's voice was gentle but firm, his concern evident.
Kaylee took a deep breath and began to recount the events that led to her hospitalization. She told them about the crisis at the Langford Group, how she had worked late with President Victor Langford to resolve the issues, and the harrowing experience of being trapped in the freezing room. She described Victor's resilience and how he had ensured she was taken care of during her recovery at his home.
There was a brief silence on the other end as her parents absorbed the story.
"We're just so glad you're safe, Leely," Amethyst finally said, her voice thick with emotion. "We were worried sick when we received the message, but hearing your voice now... it's such a relief."
Kaylee smiled softly, feeling the warmth of their love despite the distance. "I'm alright, Ma. I'm in good hands."
There was a pause, and Kaylee knew it was time to share the news she had been holding onto. "Ma, Pa... there's something else I need to tell you."
"Go on, sweetheart," Stone encouraged.
Kaylee took another deep breath, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of a cushion. "Victor, the man I've been working with and who took care of me during my recovery... We're together now," she paused, gathering her thoughts. "He's also proposed to me, and after giving it a lot of thought, I've decided to accept his proposal."
The line went silent for a moment, and Kaylee could almost picture her parents exchanging glances, processing the news.
"Leely..." Amethyst's voice was measured, calm but curious. "This seems... sudden. Are you sure about this?"
"I know it seems fast," Kaylee admitted, "but we've been through so much together in such a short time. I've come to know him deeply, and I trust him. He's a good man, Ma, Pa. He cares for me in a way I didn't think was possible after... what happened before."
Stone's voice came next, thoughtful and probing. "This Victor... he's really made such an impact on you, hasn't he?"
"Mm, he's been amazing," Kaylee replied softly with a deep sense of pride, a shy smile playing on her lips. "But there's something else you should know. His late mother... Aunty Long Lefyna, was the woman who was with us on our mission trip to Long Singut fifteen years ago."
There was an audible gasp from her mother. "Madam Long Lefyna? Victor is Madam Long's son?"
Kaylee nodded, even though they couldn't see her. "Yes, Ma. I was stunned when I found out too. It's such a small world, isn't it?"
"Madam Long was one of the most remarkable women we ever met," Stone said, his voice filled with respect. "And to think, her son has found his way into your life... it's incredible."
Kaylee could feel the weight of her parents' silent reflection over the phone. She knew they were considering everything—the suddenness of the proposal, their trust in her judgment, and the connection with a woman they had admired so deeply.
Then Amethyst caught on to something else. "Wait, you said 'late mother'?"
Kaylee's heart grew heavy, and with a light sigh, she responded, "Yes, she was ill and passed away twelve years ago."
Another silence followed. Kaylee understood her parents needed time to process all the breaking news.
Finally, Amethyst spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. "That's such a loss. Her works for the Lord were nothing short of amazing and inspiring." Stone echoed the sentiment with a heavy-hearted sigh. Then Amethyst continued, "Anyway, Leely, you've been through so much, and we know you wouldn't make this decision lightly. If you believe Victor is the right man for you, we'll support you. But..."
"Yes, Ma?" Kaylee prompted, holding her breath.
"But we'd like to meet him," Stone finished. "We're your parents, after all. We'd like to get to know the man who's captured our daughter's heart."
Kaylee smiled, tears welling up in her eyes from the relief and love she felt. "Of course, Pa. I want you to meet him too. I'm sure you'll really like him."
"We'll be there around Sunday evening," Amethyst added. "We'll talk more then."
"Okay, Ma, Pa. I love you both."
"We love you too, Leely," they echoed together, their voices warm with affection.
As the call ended, Kaylee sat back on the couch, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. Her parents' support, even with their understandable reservations, was the final reassurance she needed. She had made the right decision, and now she just had to wait for Sunday evening when Victor would meet the two people who mattered most to her in the world.
***
The evening was fast approaching, signaling the time for Victor and Kaylee's nightly worship session. It would be their last one together, Kaylee supposed, before her parents arrived to pick her up tomorrow night. She planned to tell Victor about their visit after tonight's worship.
Kaylee couldn't help but wonder what had inspired Victor to come up with such entertaining and meaningful ideas for their recent worship sessions. They hadn't had one the previous night due to the dinner gathering, but tonight, Victor had something special in mind.
After dinner, Victor suggested they stay in the dining area for their worship session. A nearby lamp cast a gentle glow, creating a warm, intimate ambiance. Victor, clearly excited, had been planning something different for tonight's study.
As they prepared to dive into their chosen passage, Victor cleared his throat, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Tonight, I thought we'd explore the story of Jesus turning water into wine at the wedding in Cana. But I've got a little surprise planned."
Kaylee looked up, intrigued. "Oh? What's the surprise?"
Victor leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with playful anticipation. "How about we reimagine the story with a modern twist? Instead of a wedding feast, picture this: a regular dinner party, and we're out of drinks. But I've 'borrowed' a bit of the parable's miracle for this evening."
He held up a bottle of sparkling water with a wink. "I'm going to attempt a little miracle of my own—turning this sparkling water into something more festive. The real challenge is making it taste good."
Kaylee laughed, clearly enjoying Victor's playful approach. "Are you sure you can pull off this miracle, Mr. President?"
Victor grinned, playfully puffing out his chest. "I might not have divine powers, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Let's see if I can impress you."
He set up a mini "bar" on the kitchen counter, complete with various fruit juices, syrups, and garnishes. As he started mixing, he dramatically narrated his "miracle" process. "And now, with a sprinkle of this and a splash of that, we create... the most delightful mocktail!"
As he shook the mocktail, his movements were almost hypnotic. His arms moved rhythmically, the muscles in his chest and shoulders shifting subtly with each shake. The light caught the slight sheen of his skin, accentuating the powerful lines of his body. His grip on the shaker was confident, yet there was a gentleness in the way his fingers curled around it, as if even in this small task, he was mindful of control and finesse.
Kaylee watched, captivated by the way Victor's body moved—the evident strength combined with the care he took in preparing the drink. There was something undeniably attractive in the contrast between his powerful build and the tender attention he gave to making this moment perfect for her.
When he finished, Victor set the shaker down with a graceful motion, the muscles in his arms relaxing, but not before flexing one last time. He poured the mocktail into two glasses, his hands steady, his focus entirely on the task. When he looked up at her, the corners of his mouth curved into a confident smile, his eyes shining with a mix of playfulness and pride.
He presented the glasses with a flourish. "Behold, the 'Miracle Mocktail'!"
Kaylee felt her heart skip a beat. She took a sip, her eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, this actually tastes really good!" She was impressed by the drink, but more so, she was struck by how Victor seemed to embody everything she found irresistible: strength, care, and a charisma that melted her heart with every glance, every movement. She couldn't help but smile back, feeling the warmth spread through her as she realized just how charmed she was by him.
Victor beamed, clearly pleased with himself. "I'm glad you like it. I figured if we can't turn water into wine, we might as well enjoy a good mocktail together."
Kaylee playfully raised her glass. "To modern miracles and a thoughtful president!"
Victor chuckled and clinked his glass against hers, his face flushing slightly as he smiled. "And to having a good laugh while we're at it."
They both laughed, enjoying the light-hearted moment. As they settled back into their Bible study, Kaylee's eyes twinkled with affection. "You know, Victor, this was a really sweet and fun way to bring the story to life. You're quite the charmer."
Victor blushed slightly, his confident demeanor softening at her words. "Just trying to keep things interesting. And you make it easy to want to put in a little extra effort."
Kaylee reached over, squeezing his hand. "Well, I appreciate it. Tonight's been a lot of fun."
They continued their Bible study on John 2:1-11, with Victor's playful twist on the parable adding a new layer of warmth and connection to their evening. Despite his usual high-powered persona, Victor's effort to make the story come alive in a fun and engaging way highlighted his charismatic and endearing nature.
Before they parted for the night, they discussed the Sunday worship service for the next morning. Since Kaylee was almost fully recovered, they agreed to attend the service at the temporary worship premises of St. Thomas Cathedral. It would be Victor's first time attending church after so long, and while he looked forward to it, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
Just as he thought the night was over, Kaylee spoke up.
"Victor," Kaylee began, her voice tender but edged with a note of finality that made his heart tighten, "my parents will be coming to pick me up tomorrow evening."
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