Weeks and weeks of agonizing waiting followed. For three solid months, she heard absolutely nothing from the agency. Huyen tried to take her mind off it by concentrating on studying the materials Ly had given her and helping her family around the rice farm just like she’d always done. Huyen practiced her English religiously, muttering it to herself as she worked in the fields. But in her spare moments, and as she awake at night, she kept fantasizing about her unknown foreign husband and what he would look like. What state would he be from? What city would he live in? Would he be from a place like Maine, with its deep forests and icy winters, or perhaps from the sunny beaches of California? Would he be a businessman? An artist? Perhaps a well-known professor or scholar?
But then, one fateful morning, it happened. Huyen went out to check the mail like she always did, but this time, there was a pink envelope stamped with the Ever After Brides logo.
Huyen sucked in a breath and took it with shaking hands. She glanced from right to left to make sure no one was watching before tearing it open.
Inside was a letter from Ly along with photographs of her potential husband and some documents providing information about him. Huyen’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the pictures. He was so handsome, with blonde hair and deep green eyes that seemed to look straight into her soul. She couldn’t help but stare at his image for several moments before picking up the letter.
His name was John, and he was thirty-two years old. He lived in a city called New Orleans and owned a very, very successful company specializing in finance and accounting. He had broad shoulders and a lean build, and stood at 6 feet and 5 inches tall. More than enough to tower over her like a giant.
Ly’s letter also said that John was a self-made man who worked hard and put himself through college before building his company. He had spent most of his life working on his career, and now he was ready to settle down and have a family. But according to Ly, dating was very difficult when you had money like John did because he could never be truly certain whether the women he spent his time with wanted him for who he was, or simply wanted his money. It was something that Huyen had never considered, but the more she thought about it the more made sense. It seemed that having lots of money didn’t solve your problems after all.
She stared at his photograph, entranced. John must be a great determination to have accomplished so much, and she found herself admiring and respecting him for being such a successful, self-made man.
The documents provided further information about John, such as his likes, dislikes, hobbies, and interests. She learned that he enjoyed reading, particularly history and biographies and that he was an avid fan of jazz music. He loved to travel and had been to several different countries, but he always made sure to return home to New Orleans, where he felt most at peace. His dislikes included rudeness, liars, and laziness. But most importantly of all, and to her utter shock, there was a handwritten letter from John himself, translated into Vietnamese.
Dear Huyen, it read. I hope this letter finds you well. After seeing your photographs and the video of you, I am confident when I say that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and your gentle, caring personality is exactly what I am looking for in a wife. I hope you will consider choosing me as your husband, and let the agency know right away. I believe we would be an excellent match and I am more than able to care for you and any children we have. To prove this to you, I have enclosed my latest bank account statement. Please choose me, and let me show you what a wonderful husband I can be. You won’t regret it.
This was followed by a flourishing signature.
The words were simple, confident, and to the point. John must be a man who spoke plainly and went after what he wanted when he saw it, Huyen thought. He was simple and direct. She appreciated that. Then her eyes went to the account statement and she gasped.
The numbers were staggering. John’s bank account had over 50 million dollars in it. 50 million! She had never seen that much money in her life, and the thought of having that much wealth was overwhelming. It was almost too much to comprehend. But then she remembered the letter he had written and the sincerity in his words. He seemed like a genuinely nice man, and he wanted to share his life with her.
She stared at the photographs of him again. There was one of John standing on a balcony overlooking the Mississippi River, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his features. In another, he was sitting at a small café in the French Quarter, a mug of steaming coffee in his hand and a smile on his face. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went as if he could see right through the paper and into her very soul. Another had him standing on a beach in some exotic tropical location, shirtless and in his swimsuit. His body was well sculpted, and Huyen felt her mouth go dry.
Dazed, she put the envelope and its contents in her pocket. The next day, she went into Can Tho on some pretense and went to see Ly to inform her of her decision.
“So, Huyen,” Ly said with a smile, “it seems that you have made your choice. But are you sure John is the one you want? There are others.”
“No,” Huyen said. “I want John. Something about him…I do not know how or why, but I am drawn to him in a way that is difficult to describe.”
Ly smiled, nodding understandingly. “I’m glad to hear that. For what it’s worth, I think you’ve made a good choice. I would have chosen John too!” She gave Huyen a warm hug. “Congratulations, Huyen: you are now a mail-order bride, and soon you will start a new life in the United States! You are a very lucky girl; many others would give anything to be in your shoes right now.”
Huyen felt her heart soar.
“Now,” Ly continued, “it will take a few months to get your visa and the necessary paperwork completed, so be patient. You will receive your green card in the mail with your plane ticket, and we will send a car to pick you up and take you to the airport. I assure you, John isn’t going anywhere. When he saw your photograph, he was amazed and awestruck at your beauty.”
Huyen smiled shyly, feeling a warmth spread through her body. The wait had been agonizing, but it had been worth it.
“In the meantime, continue studying and brushing up on America,” Ly advised. “As mentioned in his portfolio, John lives in a city called New Orleans. Have you heard of it before you came to us?”
Huyen shook her head, embarrassed. “N-no. I’ve read a little about it in the books you gave me, but nothing more than that.”
Ly chuckled. “Oh, it’s a wonderful city. It’s known for its music, food, and unique culture. The people there are very friendly and welcoming. You’ll love it. It is a very unique place.”
Huyen nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. As she left the office, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope growing in her heart. The journey ahead would undoubtedly be challenging, but with Ly’s guidance and the support of the agency, she knew she could overcome any obstacle.
She spent the next few months continuing to immerse herself in American culture and the city she’d be living in, reading the materials Ly gave her long into the night when her parents and siblings were asleep. She and Ly met several more times, and Ly made sure to talk to Huyen about the cultural differences and expectations she could expect to encounter. She wanted to ensure that Huyen was fully aware of what life would be like for her in John’s country.
“Americans are a very individualistic people,” she advised Huyen. “Their mindset and outlook are very different from we Vietnamese. Their philosophy is centered on the glorification of the individual in all things, even, at times, to the detriment of the collective whole. To us, it may seem selfish, even callous. They see it as allowing each person to succeed or fail on their merit.”
Huyen nodded, trying to grasp the nuances of this new culture she was about to enter. It was a far cry from the close-knit community of her village, where everyone knew each other and looked out for one another. But Ly assured her that she would not be alone. There were many other Vietnamese women in the United States, some of whom had made the same journey as she was about to make. They had formed support groups and communities that helped ease the transition from one culture to another.
“I wonder why John has not taken an American wife,” Huyen murmured. “Surely American women would find him as desirable as I do.”
Ly smiled. “Perhaps he has not found the right one yet. Or perhaps he prefers the exotic allure of Asian women. Whatever the reason, he chose you, Huyen. You, above all others. Many of our clients are not looking for love matches; they want beautiful women who will attend to their needs and give them children, in exchange for which the men provide stability and a very high standard of living. But John is smitten with you.”
Huyen blushed again, feeling both flattered and confused. It was hard for her to imagine why this man of wealth and consequence, halfway around the world, would want her. She was just a simple village girl, a farmer from a family of farmers.
“But…why?” she asked, looking down at her lap. “I…I am nothing special.”
Ly reached over and placed her hand gently on Huyen’s. “Ah, Huyen, you are so modest. Of course, you are special! John finds your beauty to be breathtaking, of course, but it is more than that. He also values your kindness and purity, and he finds your traditional values to be refreshing and very desirable. You were raised to value family above all else, and that is exactly what he is searching for. You are, in many ways, perfect for him, precisely because you are so uncomplicated. You see, in the West, many women are independent and strong-willed. They have careers, they are used to being in control of their own lives. While this is admirable in many ways, it can also be a challenge for a man like John, who is looking to settle down and find someone to share his life with. Someone who will take care of him, nurture him, and make his home a haven of peace and love. That is what you bring to the table, Huyen. You are the opposite of what he knows, and yet you are everything he desires.”
Huyen blushed modestly. “I...I am honored that you think so, Ly. But what if...what if I cannot meet his expectations? What if I am not enough for him? What if I fail him in some way and disgrace my family and my country?”
“You must not think that way, Huyen,” Ly said gently, patting her hand. “You are more than capable of meeting John’s expectations, and he doesn’t expect you to be perfect. He is well aware of the differences between your culture and his, and he is fascinated by them. He is not seeking to change you or mold you into someone you are not; he simply wants to share his life with you as you are. And as for disgracing your family or your country, you must remember that John is not one to judge people based on where they come from. He sees the best in you, and that is what he values.”
Huyen’s blush deepened. “I…I am honored by his trust,” she said. “I will not disappoint him. I will be the best wife for him that I can be.”
Ly patted her hand. “I know. And so does he. Now, I think it’s best that you head home before it gets too late. Your paperwork is being processed, but as I said before, it will take time. Just be patient, and remember: however long it takes, it’s still a fraction of the time it would take to get your visa the old-fashioned way.”