Amara's pov
To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers!
Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both.
These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging.
From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married.
I just couldn't catch a break.
I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was.
But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossib
