Zack’s POV
If you had told me three months ago that I'll be standing in a rose garden at sunset, rehearsing words I’d never say to Niina, I would’ve laughed in your faceyiu know,
But there I was, pacing like an i***t, clutching a velvet box like it was a grenade.
Niina,
She wasn’t like the women Ethan surrounded himself with, She didn’t need diamonds or limelight... She just had this way of showing up messy bun, ink-stained fingers, always smelling like tea leaves and making everything else in the room disappear.
I didn’t realize I was in trouble until I started missing her silence more than other people’s conversations.
And now? I was in deep.
Deeper than I’d ever planned to go.
“Still rehearsing, or planning to plant that ring?” Cleff’s voice cut through the twilight like a blad
