RAVEN:
“So, the package is from Grant?” Tamara asks, wiping her hands with a paper towel as she sits to eat.
I reach for the basket, tearing off the wrapper. It contains a stick of rose flower, a card, and a box of chocolate.
I grab the card, opening it.
This is little, but it is what I could put together in such a short time. I am sorry for last night, and I would like to properly ask you to be mine.
My heart lurches forward in my chest as I swallow hard. He is moving too fast, and it scares me so much.
“What does it say?” she asks.
“He asked me out.”
“And?”
“Tamara, I do not know,” I blurt out.
“Well, you have to make a choice sooner or later. Or my father will make the choice for you, and it will not be a pretty one.”
I let out a deep breath as she says this.
“When will Dadd
