As Zayn and I step through the grand front door, the opulence of the house envelops us, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within.
The lavish decor, the meticulously arranged furniture, and the soft glow of chandeliers cast a serene ambiance that belies the undercurrent of unease.
Zayn's grip on my hand tightens, a silent testament to the apprehension we both feel, a lifeline amidst the uncertainty that lies ahead.
My eyes sweep over the fancy setup, every detail from the floral arrangements to the polished silverware exuding an air of sophistication and elegance.
Yet, the beauty of the surroundings does little to quell the knot of worry in my stomach about Eleanor's actions tonight.
Her unpredictable nature looms over me like a shadow, adding a layer of suspense to an already tense evening.
