Zara's pov
It's now Friday, I have not seen Mia or Enzo since Tuesday when they came into my bakery, and to say I was slightly disappointed they didn't stop by would be an understatement
Maybe Enzo is just busy?
I just got done with my shift, today I had a half-day because I needed to go to Enzo's house
I'm now driving to his house, and it's not that far of a drive, when I pull into the gate my mouth is on the floor...I mean shoot I knew this man had money but! Gosh dang this house is like a mansion
I get greeted by a guard who opens the door to let me inside and it's even nicer on the inside
This is beautiful compared to my dump of an apartment
I don't even know how he managed to get this big of a place so close to the city!
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He sure does love black...where's the white?
Maybe I can persuade him into something light in here
Don't get me wrong it's beautiful, but compared to my apartment that is bright white...it's very different
And I would be lying if I said it didn't give me a little anxiety with how dark it looks in here because of the black
And it always comes back to my damn parents...but at this point, I don't even think I can call them that, they were simply just the people who didn't use a damn condom and punished me for it
He's not like my parents I need to remind myself
He wouldn't hurt me, it's just my mind playing tricks on me it's just a house it's an aesthetic it's ok, breathe Zara your okay
Before I can overthink too much Enzo comes around the corner
"Hi Zara, you look nice, thank you for coming" he smiles as he walks towards me
Is he lying? I mean my outfit is pretty boring today
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