- Elizabeth -
As we approached the grand entrance to the Foster's home, my heart raced, each beat echoing a symphony of nerves. I held onto Zayn's arm tightly, my grip almost conveying the fear that threatened to swallow me whole. The laughter and chatter from inside filtered through the door, but all I could focus on was the gnawing worry that wrapped itself around my chest, squeezing tighter with each step.
"Hey, calm down," Zayn whispered, his voice soothing as he leaned closer to me. "No matter what happens, I won't give up on you. Just breathe, Juliette."
I nodded, attempting to take a deep breath, though the air felt thick in my lungs. What if Zayn's parents realized who I truly was? The daughter of John Ronalds, their sworn enemy. I could already picture the shock and disappoint
