Zaira’s POV
The loud sound of my spoon and fork dropping to the floor rang out through the dining room. All eyes came on me but I could care less about that as my eyes were wide and on my mother.
What did she just say?
I blinked rapidly at my mother. She seemed a bit startled by my reaction but she only gave me a small smile as a response.
“I know it is sudden, but it just came to my mind. Zaira, I’m sorry for not paying attention to such an important aspect of your life.” My mother started while giving me a sympathetic look.
“But it is not too late for me to get involved.” She said.
‘No, it’s too late.’ I thought in response.
“It’s been a while since you turned eighteen, I thought you would have already found your mate. I have been so preoccupied with other things that I forgot abo
