The ride back was wrapped in silence—but not the calm kind.
It was the kind that pressed, heavy and alive, filling every inch of the car like an unspoken storm. The city lights slid past the windows in blurred streaks of gold and white, but Lena barely noticed them. Her thoughts were too loud.
Enjoy your wedding night, sis.
Lana’s voice echoed in her head, teasing and devilish, tangling with Zayn’s previous words.
A real marriage.
Her fingers curled in her lap, nails pressing lightly into her palms. Her heart beat too fast, her chest too tight. She stared straight ahead, willing her breathing to steady, but her body refused to cooperate.
Beside her, Zayn drove with practiced ease, one hand on the wheel, his posture relaxed—but Lena sensed the restraint in him. The tension rolled off
