16 - Take Off

Araceli's Pov

I stood by the window and watched as a sleek black car pulled up in front of my apartment building, its gleaming surface reflecting the rising sun. I was no longer the nervous wreck I had been last night, my nervousness has been replaced by a flicker of curiosity.

My phone buzzed and as expected, It was Zayn. "My driver is parked at the front of your apartment Araceli."

"Okay Sir, I will be down in a minute.

I grabbed my pink coloured single suitcase and double-checked my purse, a tremor of excitement coursing through my veins. Stepping out of the building, I walked towards the car, heads snapped in my direction, eyes widening in surprise, as I neared the car, even the children couldn't help but gape at the high-end luxury brand.

The driver, a young man in a crisp black suit who looked to be in his mid thirties, stood by the door and held it open as I approached.

"Miss Araceli?" He asked to confirm, his smile bright and warming.

"Yes Sir." I confirmed, a h