Stevie's POV

I wake to the sound of the birds chirping from my window. They are so peaceful, yet so annoying at 5:30 in the morning. I get up out of bed in my nightgown and open the window. I snap a branch from the tree and throw it at the birds. They all fly away, as they have probably realized that I'm not in the best mood today. This is the day that I am finally old enough to be engaged. I m now 17 years of age, and my parents say that I am in the prime of my life, and at the right time to meet somebody. In my opinion, they are just getting tired of messiness and want to get rid of me.

I hop back into bed, as breakfast won't be until 7:00. But I can't get to sleep, so I decide to go for a walk through the gardens. Mainly to talk to Zander, our stable boy. I quickly throw on a black dress with mid length sleeves and wide neck that shows my collarbone. I pop on some boots and put a white flower tucked behind my ear. I grab my guitar and sling it over my shoulder as I climb out the window, holing onto the trunk of the tree as I make my way down to the ground. Checking that my parents aren't watching through the window, rush through the garden and get to the stable. I see Zander laying on a haystack, fast asleep with his ukulele still in his hands.

I really don't want to wake him, so I just sit down beside him, and wait.

Waiting.