Brielle's POV
I heard the voice of my grandmother waking me up from my sleep. I opened my eyes to see her sitting on the bed looking at me.
" Wake up sleepy head. You have a guest waiting for you downstairs," she announces with a smile and looks as if she is excited. I sat up and rubbed the sleep off my eyes. I didn't understand what my grandmother meant by" guest ". I yawned and stretched my arms absent-mindedly, still feeling sleepy.
" Grandma. Why did you want me out? Is dinner ready?" I asked, my eyes searching for the clock. It was 7:30 pm.
" I said you had someone waiting for you downstairs. He is a nice young man by the name of Blake. Yes, Blake. That's why he said."
It took a second for my brain to register her words. Wait a minute. Did I hear her correctly? She said, Blake, r
