ZEPHYR
The Grays pulled into the expansive garage just as the sun set. Lyla and I stood at the entrance of the mansion, watching silently as they parked.
"Relax, it'll be fine," I said for the umpteenth time, bringing her hand to my lips and pressing a kiss to her fingers. A stunning 24-karat gold engagement ring rested on her finger, the one I'd given her two days ago.
"Yeah, I know," she replied, distracted by the sleek black Benz. "I'm just holding onto a lot of anger. If it were up to me, they wouldn't be here."
"They're still your parents," I said gently. "I get why you're hurt. But maybe tonight's the first step toward healing."
"Whatever, Zeph."
I shifted the conversation. "You look beautiful."
That managed to pull her focus from the car. She looked at me, and some of the te
