Give Us A Try.

Two days. It had only been two days, but it seemed like an eternity. Amara sat in the center of her grandfather and brother at the dinning table, absentmindedly picking at her food. After her grandfather had gotten checked up, prescribed some BP drugs and instructed to take things easy, the man had gone about, making calls and inviting acquaintances to the party, claiming it was his granddaughter’s engagement party. Amara didn’t have the heart or strength to say anything about it. Not when her grandfather’s health was at stake. So she remained silent and watched as preparations for the party began, not having the heart to do or say anything against it. But she knew at some point, she’d have to put an end to it. Marriage was not what she dreamt of, at least not now, or in the nearer future. She didn’t have anything against Elijah, a man as perfect as him couldn’t have a single flaw to annoy her and she was sure he’d make the perfect husband and perhaps father, to any woman, sadly, that