I never found the moment to speak to my parents. There was so much to get off my chest, yet the words never seemed to come. The excitement exuded from my mother felt suffocating. I hoped to find my father, and talk to him alone, but he had disappeared last night as my Mum had smothered me with her anticipation and ideas. I hoped as soon as he heard of the plan to test me, my father would be so angry he would be ready to tear Brayden Sterling limb from limb, along with the wedding agreement.
But this morning, my father had left early to work, and as I came downstairs to grab myself a coffee, after sitting on my bed waiting for the sound of the front door to let me know the house was empty. My Mum usually walked my Dad to work before doing various duties within the packhouse. The second I
