Chapter 30: The Proposal
“Wakey wakey!” Amaara crashed through my door around 8am.
It was a Saturday morning and I wondered why she was up so early.
“Go away!” I pulled the duvet above my head eager to get back into a deep, warm sleep.
“Mama wants you downstairs. Akbar’s lot are coming for lunch today and you need to get up and help.”
“Who’s Akbar?” I opened one eye in curiosity.
“Your future husband, innit.” She called over her shoulder as she skipped out of the room.
I sat bolt upright. The deep sleep I was enjoying vanished as if cold water had been poured over my head. Bloody Akbar was the old man who my parents wanted me to marry. I had been so exhausted from yesterday’s ordeal that I had crashed straight into bed as soon as I closed the bedroom door.