- Elizabeth -
As we approached my parents' residence, my heart raced like a runaway train. Zayn's hand enveloped mine in a firm yet reassuring hold, his warmth contrasting with the cool evening breeze that sent a shiver down my spine. The sprawling estate came into view, glowing against the twilight like a beacon. Soft lights twinkled from the windows, spilling a warm golden light onto the manicured lawn, where laughter and music hinted at the celebration inside.
"You ready for this?" Zayn's voice was a low murmur beside me, both calming and invigorating, like a gentle wave breaking against the shore. In my mind, however, the anticipation felt like a tempest, swirling with doubt and excitement.
I glanced at him, his deep gray eyes sparkling with confidence, and felt a flutter of nerves
