-Elizabeth-
As the headlights of Zayn's car sliced through the velvety darkness of the night, I felt a rush of excitement bubble up inside me like a fizzy drink just waiting to spill over. Blindfolded, the world around me was reduced to the faint sounds of the engine humming, the occasional clink of Zayn's rings as he drove, and the soft rhythm of my beating heart. I had no idea where we were headed, and despite the nervous flutter in my stomach, an overwhelming sense of happiness enveloped me.
The past few months had been nothing short of tumultuous. Zayn and I had navigated through storms that threatened to drown us—our families' expectations, voices from our pasts laced with bitterness, and those who sought to pull us apart. The struggle had been real, but it felt like we had finally
