[ Anna ]
"I don't think this is good idea." Until we were having breakfast this morning, I was all confident about the idea. It was going to be a good day, it had to be as long as I was going with my fiancé and sticking by his side, but with every passing minute now, I became more and more dubious about it.
As my anxiety and professional over-thinking skills took over my thoughts, there was nothing I wanted to do more than to back out from the plan.
Almost about five times I had mentioned this same sentence, and every time Zach had patiently tried to calm me down, from telling me how we shouldn't care about what the world thinks of us to how he'd fire anyone he hears talking about me, but I wasn't convinced.
"Anna," he breathed, turning his attention from the road ahead to me. "You'll
