Zendaya’s Pov
The soft click of the front door behind me was like a sigh of relief.
"Finally, home."
My legs ached from walking around the mall, my arms still carried the light weight of shopping bags, and my stomach threatened to remind me I hadn’t eaten properly since the morning lecture.
I dropped my bags near the entrance, kicking off my shoes and stretching. The apartment smelled faintly of polished wood and my lavender air freshener. Everything in my room and kitchen gleamed like it had been designed for someone who wanted life to feel effortless, which, in my case, it was.
“Finally,” I murmured to myself, letting my backpack slip off my shoulder and onto the floor.
My body sank into the plush cushions of the mini couch near the window for a moment, closing my eyes. The day w
