I'm His Mate

Chapter 37: What A Breakfast

I was brushing my hair and facing the mirror. I was wearing an oversized Garfield sweater and shorts. The night is cold but, if I wear pajamas I look like a covered potato. I placed my comb back and sat on the bed admiring the ring Troy had given me. I wonder when we will face the altar together? I giggled. I'm getting married at the age of eighteen. How is that? Am I too young for this? I mean eighteen seriously? 'Everything will be fine, you have me' an inner voice whispers to my ears I almost jump. This voice must be.. Sofia? Is that you? I said questioning my mind. I felt stupid waiting for the voice to answer but she did. 'It is me.' She said and giggled. But how? I mean you.. talk to me? I asked myself. 'Its possible. Were connected to each other. I'm here if you need me, always will