how did she get to know that there's someone

As we are talking about Clara's lover, my father just came to us, and his words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"You guys will make a perfect match," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument. Clara shot me a panicked glance, her eyes silently pleading for help while she gave him a warm hug.

“Daddy, how are you doing? It's been ages now,“ she said to him, forcing a smile.

Instead of responding to her greeting, his face dashed in inquiry.

“How far have you guys been making wedding arrangements?“ he asked her. It seems like she doesn't know what to say. She started stammering.

“I...” she bit her lip, her gaze darting to me for support. I could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and it broke my heart.

“But dad,” he interrupted me.

"No need for modesty, son," he insisted, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "I've seen the way you two look at each other. It's written all over your faces."

Clara shifted uncomfortably beside me, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap.

"Daddy,