Chase Me

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The sun had risen, casting a warm glow through the windows as I descended the stairs, ready to join my family for breakfast in the kitchen. As I entered the room, the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes, bacon, scones, and toasts greeted me. My mom was bustling around, serving the delicious spread to everyone seated at the table.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, savoring its comforting aroma, before taking my place among the others. The morning chatter filled the air as Angelica complimented Yasmin's floral dress and Yasmin graciously shared where she had purchased it. Across the table, my dad turned to Milan, inquiring about his recent football match, and Milan animatedly recounted his experiences on the field.

Curiosity piqued, my mom interjected, questioning Milan about the transfer rumors circulating in the media. Milan promptly denied them, putting any speculations to rest. Meanwhile, I busied myself buttering up a pancake, eager to savor its deliciousness.

Just as I took a bite, my dad's gaze landed on the ring adorning my finger, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "That's a beautiful ring. Who got it for you?"

His question hung in the air, causing me to blush. I had planned to introduce Zane and share the news during a dinner later in the week, but now it seemed that plan was out of the window.

"It's from Zane," I replied, my voice tinged with shyness. "Actually, it's a promise ring."

"P-promise ring?" Milan questioned, his confusion evident. Across the table, Angelica couldn't contain her excitement, a wide grin stretching across her face. She was already aware of what was unfolding.

"Yes, um, I had intended to announce this over dinner sometime this week, but I suppose I can share it now," I explained, mustering up the courage to make the announcement. My dad appeared puzzled, while my mom's expression hinted at her prior knowledge of the situation.

"Zane and I are together," I declared, my voice brimming with happiness. A brief silence hung in the air before my dad choked on his coffee, his reaction unexpected. Milan's napkin hit the table, his eyes narrowing as he shot me a glare, and then he followed our dad, storming out of the kitchen.

The joyful atmosphere abruptly shifted, disrupted by my dad's dramatic exit. Mom and Yasmin were quick to offer their congratulations, their voices filled with genuine happiness and support. But the room was now tinged with tension and a lot of questions.

Concern gnawed at me as I glanced at my mom, unable to shake off the lingering unease caused by my dad's sudden leave from the breakfast table. I couldn't help but voice my worry, asking her if he was okay.

Mom reassured me, her voice calm yet tinged with a hint of underlying tension. "He's fine, sweetheart. Just choked on his drink, and Milan is helping him." Her words were meant to assuage my concerns, but there was something in her tone that made me suspect there was more to the story.

"Why did he react that way?" I couldn't help but ask, my curiosity mixed with a touch of anxiety. "Isn't he happy about my relationship with Zane?"

Mom shook her head gently, her eyes filled with understanding. "He's happy, darling. Your happiness is all he cares about. But sometimes, unexpected news can catch people off guard, and their initial reactions might not align with their true feelings."

Her words brought a semblance of reassurance, yet a part of me still longed for a deeper understanding of my dad's reaction. I finished my breakfast in silence, mulling over the thoughts swirling inside me, before making my way out to the garden, seeking solace in its familiar embrace.

Sitting on the swing, I watched as Yasmin and Angelica joined me, their presence a comforting balm for my unsettled heart. Yasmin sat down next to me, her smile holding a glimmer of knowing.

"It was about time," Yasmin said, her voice filled with conviction. I furrowed my brow in confusion, seeking clarification. "What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely intrigued.

She turned to look at me, a tender smile gracing her lips. "Everyone could see that you two belong together," she explained, her words carrying a certainty that echoed within me.

Her simple yet profound statement resonated deeply, touching the core of my being. In that moment, I began to realize that perhaps my dad's initial reaction wasn't a reflection of his lack of happiness for me. Instead, it was more likely the result of surprise and the need to process the news in his own way.

As I swung gently back and forth, I allowed Yasmin's words to sink in, embracing the truth they held. The doubts that had plagued me earlier began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of reassurance and confidence in the love that Zane and I shared.

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The doors of the ballroom swung open, revealing a sight that could only be described as enchanting. Candles flickered, casting a soft, golden glow that danced across the room, illuminating every corner. Beautiful flowers adorned the ceiling, suspended delicately as if defying gravity. It was as if a fairytale had come to life within the opulent space of the billionaire boys club.

The air was filled with music, its melodic strains weaving through the grand ballroom, captivating the senses and adding to the magical ambiance. Girls dressed in elegant gowns glided gracefully among the guests, offering trays of delicious food and refreshing drinks. Laughter and conversations echoed, blending seamlessly with the harmonious melodies that filled the air.

As I stepped into the resplendent room, the attention of the crowd shifted, their gazes gravitating toward me. But it was when my eyes met Zane's, amidst the sea of people, that a profound warmth enveloped my heart. In that moment, it felt as if the world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us in an ethereal realm of connection.

Despite the grandeur of the ballroom and the allure of the festivities, the weird behavior of Milan and my dad weighed heavily on my heart. They had maintained their distance, avoiding any interaction with me since breakfast, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and longing for their presence.

When I entered the ball, hoping for a glimmer of reconciliation or a moment of connection, Milan and my dad remained distant figures in the crowd. Their lack of acknowledgement toward my appearance stung, and I couldn't help but search for answers in their avoidance. Yasmin, ever perceptive, offered me an apologetic look, her eyes conveying understanding for the situation.

Despite the turmoil within, I knew that dwelling on their behavior would only cloud the magical atmosphere that surrounded me. The ball was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I couldn't let my concerns overshadow the joyous occasion.

Just as I tried to focus on the enchantment around me, Zane appeared at my side, his presence a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty. He gracefully took my hand and placed a tender kiss upon it. His words, filled with adoration, warmed my heart.

"You look beautiful tonight," Zane complimented me, his voice resonating with sincerity. A smile tugged at my lips as I replied, "Thank you, Mr. Handsome." The gentle touch of his lips on my forehead sent a surge of comfort through me, reminding me of the unwavering support he offered.

With a protective hand resting on the small of my back, Zane guided me through the throng of guests. "It's time to introduce you as my girlfriend."

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