ZAYN’S POV
I managed to convince her.
Well, it wasn’t actually me but Kaiser. I still couldn’t bring myself to face her so I asked him to help me talk to her. I just stood outside her room, listening to their conversation. She didn’t really say much, but at least I got the chance to hear her lovely voice again.
Now, I stood by the door of the house, dressed in an all-black tailored outfit with my lips pressed into a thin line as I scrolled through my emails, searching for the digital barcodes.
I couldn’t find the invitation cards Kaiser had handed me the other day. Typical of me, I’m a tad bit careless. Thankfully, Mr. Diego’s P. A had the foreknowledge to send the codes digitally. When I finally found the email, I let out a small sigh of relief.
I opened it and checked to make sure
