That night, the living room in Zinnia's parents' house was a mess of papers and scripts scattered across the coffee table. Laptops cast a soft glow, illuminating their focused faces. Ricardo and Zinnia worked late into the night, talking quietly, their voices blending with the hum of electronics.
Ricardo was patient, his tone gentle as he guided Zinnia through the intricacies of the project. He wasn't leading; he was letting her steer, offering advice and stepping back. He wanted this to be hers.
Zinnia's eyes flickered over the documents, her mind sharp and alert. She wanted everything to be right, perfect. This was her chance to prove herself, and she wasn't going to let it slip away.
As she jotted down notes, she could feel her father's eyes on her, proud but cautious. He believed in her, but he also knew how much work lay ahead. Zinnia was determined to make this project successful, not just for herself but for their family name.
