The second I was away from Presley the interrogation started. Demanding why I was landing this on them at such short notice. How dare I not let them know of such an important thing? I stood there, with my Dad all up in my face, looking at him in nothing but shock. I slowly shook my head. “But I did tell you.” I snapped. “I told you there was a girl, or have you conveniently forgotten that?”
This was what had confused me from the moment they reacted this way. When I had finally agreed to this whole situation with Presley I had notified my parents that the search for a bride needed to stop, I had told them I had been seeing somebody. Admittedly, I had been vague with the detail, but I had told them there was a girl. A girl I was serious about and one I believed could be suitable for a chos
