ARIANA’S POV
A soft sigh escaped my lips as I blinked my eyes open. The morning light seeped in through the curtain, its warmth planting kisses on my skin. My hand instinctively brushed over the rumpled sheets beside me—empty.
Zayn wasn’t there.
I bolted up, panicking for a moment, but then my eyes caught the sparkle on my left hand.
The diamond ring.
I held my hand up to admire the stone. It was massive—oval-shaped, clear as a drop of water, and surrounded by tiny diamonds that made the rainbow colours shimmer even more in the soft light.
It was the kind of ring you’d see in magazines like Vogue, the kind that could probably buy an entire house.
And it was mine.
A smile found its way up my face as I traced the cool metal band with my finger—it was pure gold. I couldn’t believe th
