What were you thinking?!
I screamed internally as I rushed to the mansion. My conversation with Zia kept repeating in my head, and I didn't know whether to jump for joy or start digging my own grave.
Zia didn't exactly say no to my request to come with her, but she also didn't outright say yes. She left me hanging with instructions to talk to her parents and ask for their permission.
Ask the Don? For permission?
I would've laughed at her face if I weren't desperate. Zia was... a close friend. Okay, scratch that. We were close, but I've been pining over her for who knew how long now. It started as a small crush when we were kids, which evolved into some kind of puppy love, and now I was stuck being a hopeless romantic because I couldn't admit to her my feelings.
It would've been easy,
