We stood at the front of his house, the three of us, besides Zac were looking longingly up at the tower that stood before us.
“So, you’re rich?” I ask, my eyes still focused on the mansion.
“I’m not… my parents are,” Zac says. He takes one of my hands and begins to lead me to the entrance and the others follow from behind me. “Come, they’ll be waiting for me.” Zac demands.
“Waiting for you?” I questioned but as we reach the two large doors in front of us. They were opened by men standing at the front and I couldn’t help but laugh and feeling as if I was about to meet the queen.
As soon as we passed the threshold a chorus of voices erupted. “Surprise!” they all shouted.
I watched Zac beside me. His smile grew but it didn’t touch his eyes and with his free hand he places it over hi
