I was shocked. It was happening. The things that I never wanted was happening.
I looked at Omar and noticed him getting lectured by Mrs. Chatti. I looked at Emily again.
How was this possible?
Grandma said that the person who I was getting engaged to was two years older than me. But if Omar was the same grade as me then how was he two years older than me.
"Emily, is Omar two years older than me?" I asked her.
She looked at me, hesitating to answer. Then she nodded. "Omar and I are both twenty years old. Not eighteen."
I started at her in shock. None of them looked older though. Then . . .
"Yumna," Emily said. "I know it is kind of confusing but I promise I will explain everything about the age thing to you after the engagement."
"But-"
I didn't want to marry this jerk!
"Yumna, be
