She didn't see the mix-up as a major issue, sharing Dante's perspective. It would be unreasonable to expect a doctor to explain their entire life story and personal trauma to every patient. That would be unprofessional and emotionally exhausting. Leilani struck her as a capable, decisive woman—exactly the type who wouldn't dwell on such things unnecessary.
Letty looked at Leilani with even more admiration and sympathy. The young woman was not only beautiful but had saved both Dante and Judie. She was poised, knew her boundaries, and understood etiquette.
Leilani hadn't needed to explain so much to Dante. Revealing the truth carried the risk of offending him, yet she had chosen to be honest and clear up the misunderstanding, ready to face the consequences. Not everyone had that kind of integrity. That sort of bold decisiveness actually reminded Letty of her son, Callahan.
“What a perfect match,” Letty thought. She couldn't resist leaning toward Leilani again, whispering, "Ms. Sloan, my son really is exceptional. You'll see when you meet him!"
Leilani felt a headache coming on. Dante hadn't even said anything about matchmaking, yet here was Letty, bringing it up again.
Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, Dante seemed to like Leilani even more. He happily took her hand and began the introductions. "Since I had it wrong before, I'll just call you Leilani from now on! Come, Leilani, let me introduce you to the family."
He pointed to Letty with pride. "This is Callahan's mother, Letty."
Leilani's eyes widened slightly as she connected the dots. If Letty was Callahan's mother, that meant Judie was Callahan's cousin. Recalling that both Judie and Letty had tried to set her up with Callahan, Leilani felt the headache intensify. It felt like the entire world was conspiring to push them together.
She kept her composure and smiled politely. "Hello, Letty."
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