-Elizabeth-
After the whirlwind of joy that the weekend with Harper and Victoria had gifted me, I was sprawled on my couch, both physically and mentally drained. The laughter, the late-night talks, and the endless glasses of cocktails had rejuvenated my spirit, yet now, it felt like an emotional hangover had settled in. I sank deeper into the cushions, wrapping myself in a blanket, relishing the cozy afterglow of friendship and fun. My phone buzzed, breaking the serene silence as I absentmindedly scrolled through messages, a faint smile lingering on my lips like a silly secret.
Suddenly, a familiar name lit up my screen—Zayn. My heart did a peculiar little dance in my chest, fluttering like a giddy butterfly. Since our hilariously chaotic encounter, he had slipped into my thoughts more
