He spoke earnestly, stating the truth: if a girl doesn't consider marriage by the time she's past twenty-five, she'll be less valued.
"Haha..." Kaitlyn Webb laughed, her smile sweet. She blinked, leaning closer to her father, "Daddy, are you so eager to marry me off? Or do you have no confidence in your daughter!? Am I not good enough?"
"Not at all, certainly not!" His daughter was indeed very beautiful, with no shortage of suitors, but he was worried...
Arthur Webb didn't speak, his eyes fixed on his daughter. She was Kaitlyn Webb, the only precious daughter he and his wife had, and she was twenty-nine this year.
Kaitlyn, true to her name, was beautiful and charming. Her delicate features always made her the focus of attention wherever she went.
She had a height of 168 cm, the standard height for women, with a slender figure, long legs, and a graceful neck, all of which gave her an advantage as a ballet dancer.
She was his pride and the pride of the Webb Family.
