Robert took a deep breath, he hated events like this, and especially this one. Violetkept pushing him to find a wife and get married. She had nothing else on her mind since Patrick, her husband, died 2 years ago. Robert needed a wife, who would give him children, so the business would stay in the family.
Robert never liked going to these events, the only reason they existed, was so that mothers could show off their daughters, and a wealthy man would chose her. He had already so many nice women introduced to him, but none of them made his heart flutter, he needed a woman who he could love and cherish. He knew that he had to take care of posterity, there were to many distant family members standing in line to take over the business. But he could not marry without love.
He loved his job, the branding agency was a well-known agency, they had several departments and it had grown from just (an) advertising (company) to a branding company. Many small businesses had become famous because of their work. He made the company big, working alongside his father. He knew that the contract was made, so the business would always be in family hands, but his mother wanted it to stay in their family and not her cousins. So, he needed to get a wife and children, she made her husband change the contract, so it wouldn't matter if the children were a boy or a girl. Robert was turning 28 this year and knew there was time pressure.
Violet came out of the door: "Robert, what are you waiting for, I found the perfect woman for you, come on in and act like a man. Her name is Susan, go and introduce yourself" Robert, sighed and walked in to the hotel.
Cora was sitting in the backseat of the car, her mother sitting next to her, rambling on about her finding the right man tonight, she was turning 25 this year and it was high time. She would finally open up and act like a grown woman. Cora wasn't really listening, she didn't want to get married, she wanted so much more out of life. Marrying a man she met at these events would mean she was a breeding machine, to make sure the man she was going to marry would not lose his estate or business.
Most men loved Cora, just for the way she looked, she had a slim figure, long legs, the smoothest skin and her eyes, were as blue as the ocean, her dark hair made them pop out even more. The way she moved was graceful, always a straight back, but her head tilted a little lower so it would break her height. Wherever she went, men would turn their heads to look at her. She could feel their eyes on her body. But none of the men who came to talk to her were interested in her as a person. Nobody ever asked what she loved to do, they were only interested in her fortune. She would love to talk about her interests. She was interested in art and would love to follow a study in that department, but she was working in the family business.
She worked for several years now as her brother's assistant, but she hated that job. Looking after his agenda and booking the uncountable lunches and dinners he had. There was nothing interesting and challenging in this, and she knew that anyone could do this. She had asked for a more challenging job, like being part of the marketing team, her father was thinking about it, and had said that when she had more experience, he would look in to it. But when he died 4 years ago, she got stuck with her brother. Her mother was adamant she worked for her brother as long as she didn't marry.
Her mother shook her arm: "Cora come on, get out of the car, we need to go in" Cora got out of the car and followed her mother. She was wearing a dress, that fitted perfectly around her body, it had a high neckline, and a lower back. Her dark blue shoes were exactly the same shade as her dress, and she felt pretty in it. The moment they walked into the hall, she felt a knot in her stomach. The men who had spotted her, were undressing her with their eyes, and she felt extremely uncomfortable as always during those partys
Martha , her mother, had already walked in to the room and was talking to a guy who, Cora knew, was called Simon. He worked in an art gallery, but that was the only interesting thing about him. He looked at her in a very disturbing way and was only talking about himself.