August P.O.V
My mother’s bread was one of the best things on the whole damn planet. It was so light and fluffy, and she always made the best kinds. Her banana bread was my favorite, but that didn’t exactly go with the soup. Mother made sure to give us the biggest bowls of soup she could, with a large platter of different kinds of bread.
“So when is the ceremony? I’ve got some ideas for your gown, Nienna. I’d love for you to look over them,” Mother continued to gush as she poured herself a bowl of soup. Nienna’s eyes met mine as if she was looking for help trying to find out how to tell her. I suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. My mother has been looking forward to the day I’d find my mate for years. She always went on about designing my mate’s gown just for her. And now the
