Angelica
My heart was hoping that I would get Noah’s essay, but my mind was telling me not to hope. Added to that was the mate bond that kept making me compare what I was reading to what Noah could be like. I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by constantly and when the essay finally arrived, I was so nervous, I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to read it.
My mom called me into the dining room where the rest of my family were sifting through the last-minute entries and I could instantly see that the envelope she held in her hand was the one I had been waiting for all damn morning.
“It’s from Noah.” Mom didn’t hold it out to me and I looked at her and then my dad. “You have to choose if you want to read it or not. We have all decided that we won’t approve him for the tournament s
