ZORA—

"So what do you think of what your mother said?" I asked Zayn, who was resting his head on my bosom.

We had just returned from the lawn fun activities, and now we were resting in our bedroom while Daisy was in her room as well, sleeping. It's almost night, so we're just waiting for dinner before going to bed.

The activities at Nicholas' mansion have left her so tired that she just went to bed upon arrival.

"She did make sense, but I don't know what to say," he answered, taking his head off my bosom to meditate.

"Do you mean that you don't have a say in...