Paris
Moving in with my grandma for a while was probably not the best of ideas. So far, she's introduced me to half the men in this town, hoping to marry me off to one of them.
It's not her fault; she's not to know how my heart is totally broken right now. She's just an old lady who wants to see her granddaughter settle down.
I almost feel sorry for my baby sister; she's got all this to come. But then, she's only thirteen, so she might get away with it.
But then, my grandmother isn't my sister's grandmother, and doesn't my mother just love letting everyone know this fact?
I have told my grandmother more than once, as a joke, of course, that I'll find a nice man and have a little fun with him. She always gives me a stern look, which makes me chuckle to myself. It's not like my grandma
