Zara's POV
Today was moving day, and it all felt so surreal. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be moving in with the most popular billionaire in the country, I would have thought they were crazy.
"I can't believe you're doing this, Zara. Seriously!" Amy said in disbelief as she helped me pack, even though I had told her not to bother.
"I know, right? It's hard to believe," I said, gathering my things.
"I can see this going two ways: either it's a disaster, with him mistreating you, or you two being a real couple, which seems unlikely," she confessed.
I sighed, "I don't want to do this, Amy. I just don't have any other option. There's no point in discussing it. I'm already in a sour mood."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel worse. I'm just really worried about you, and I'm going to miss you so much," she apologized, and I smiled as she hugged me.