I stood in the center of the lounge that I had spent so much of my life within. My family home... it felt like my head was spinning as I watched as my mother so animatedly discuss the prospect of my engagement party... the wedding itself, and everything in between. She described Brayden with many more nice words than the man deserved in her enthusiasm, and a sense of dread washed over me. How was I to mention the plan Brayden had for me now?
No. I had to find a better way to handle this...
I looked toward my father where he stood, leaning against the door frame, taking in the scene, that same steady, calm look upon his face that he always had. His familiar brown eyes watching me with what I suppose could be described as curiosity. Was he expecting me to respond? I would do well to ge
