Taylor
Taylor cut her batons of honey-roasted carrots into smaller pieces in an attempt to slow herself down so she didn"t scoff it all down "like a peasant" as her mother would put it. Dinner with her parents was a slow, torturous affair but she knew there was no escaping it.
"Don"t forget that the charity gala is next week," her mother reminded her from the other end of the long table.
"No, I"ve got it written in my diary," Taylor replied, wishing she could come up with a good excuse not to go. There was nothing she hated more than a party where every member of her extended family nagged her about the lack of a fated mate with her grandmother as the worst offender.
Every time, Taylor wanted to point out that she couldn"t control when or where she was going to meet her person, she did
