-Elizabeth-
The next day was uncharacteristically sunny, the kind of day that beckons you outside with a promise of delightful encounters and serendipitous moments. I prepped for my lunch meeting with Aria, Zayn's sister, with an anxious flutter in my stomach; I wasn't sure what to expect. We were, after all, the daughters of arch enemies, caught in the absurdity of our families' long-standing feud. Still, the chance to forge a friendship felt worth the risk.
I grabbed a light jacket, clipped Fatso's leash to his collar, and stepped outside. The little dog trotted beside me, his tail wagging briskly as if he somehow sensed our mission.
The coffee shop from my impromptu meeting with Zayn the day before had a quaint little outdoor patio decorated with whimsical plants and cheerful umbrel
