Woken abruptly by the sound of shattering glass, I leap out of bed and rush towards the noise, my heart pounding in my chest.
The sound leads me to Candy's room, where I find her amidst the scattered debris. The vase Zayn got her, with her name delicately engraved, lies broken on the floor, surrounded by soil and flowers.
With concern etched on my face, I gently guide her away from the mess and lead her to sit on the bed.
"Sit up here & let me clean this up for you baby girl."
I assure her softly, knowing her penchant for cleanliness. Despite the chaos, I can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, understanding the frustration written all over her face.
"Ohh my God , you are enjoying this girl!"
"Honestly, you know I am! Let me be , just this once. You are always the one cleaning up after me Cee , let me."
