The warm breeze of a February afternoon brushes your face as your dad’s car rolls to a stop. You step out, gripping the handle of your bag, heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Enzo’s already there—waiting, smiling, hands in his pockets like he’s been practicing this moment for days.

He jogs over, grabbing your bags with that same easy charm he’s always had. The same charm that made you say yes a year ago. A year of laughs, kisses, secret dates... and hiding. But not today.

Today’s different.

You walk side by side toward his family—his mom, dad, sister, cousins—all watching curiously. Enzo clears his throat, then grins at them like he’s proud of something he’s been keeping safe.

"Mom, Dad, Leanne, Harper, Dylan, EJ... this is my girlfriend."

Your heart skips. Finally.