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When we leave the cityhall, we go directly to the Malik's house, spending basically the rest of the day there. Doniya and I chat most of the time, we talk about the Selection and she tells me about what she would do if she gets picked. Saying that she'll make sure every citizens has rights, whether he's a golden or a five, and that everyone would be equal. I admire her thoughts and courage, I will never be able to do that. I'm just a professional pianist, living with modesty between all the people I love. I could never be a princess, nor a Queen.

I still want to change a lot of things, get rid of all the injustice, but I don't think I am the right person to do this. The most "heroic" thing I've done in my life was to save Julia when she was choking over a piece of bread once, and I think seeing my family healthy and happy is worth more than ruling an entire kingdom

I don't tell her about Zayn buying the ring. No one knows that we have a relationship, but he's quite known in the city and people must have picked up on us being an item with time, hence the girls talking. I mean, it has been a year now, but I don't think that the engagement will be a problem. My dad knows him and likes him a lot, so I'm assured to have his blessings. Question is, when will Zayn propose?

The thought of it thrills me, knowing that I'll soon be Mrs Madison Malik sends me in a state of complete euphoria and happiness, even words can't describe how excited and gleeful I am.

At seven exactly, my sister, mom and I leave their house, not before thanking them for their hospitality and the time spent with us. As we walk on their frontyard, Zayn appears and greets us with a hug before going back in his house. But when he wrapped his arms around me, he whispered something in my ear that sent chills down my spine.

"To the cabin, tonight at nine Madison"

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I impatiently pace back and forth in my room. There are only a few minutes left before the clock strikes nine and I'll have to sneak out so I can meet Zayn. The excitability is taking over me as the seconds pass and I just can't wait to hear our clock's bell announce the moment.

I have a high guess that he will propose. Tonight. In our secret hideaway. This is so perfect, him asking me to be his wife under the moonlight, for only witnesses of our happiness the thousands of stars sprawled in the dark blue sky. His chocolate brown eyes will sparkle with hope and love, while I will cherish every second of the moment, capturing every details to never forget how it happened.

And the joy will fill every veins in my body, it'll rise from my heart, then up my throat until one little word slips out, releasing the glowing light of happiness in me. Yes, yes Zayn! I will marry you! I will scream those words, make the whole world know how much I love him and want to spend the rest of my life by his side.

When the bell's loud 'ding' finally reaches my ears, I can feel my heart skip a beat. I take a deep breath and check myself one more time in the mirror. I haven't done much, this morning's makeup is still there and looks good. Quietly, I open my door and walk on my tip toes to not make any sound. I walk past my parents' room and finally stop in front of the large window at the end of the small hallway. I turn the rusty handle, not able to stop sharp, ear-piercing sound it makes, and open the window. Our tallest tree is planted right next to it and I easily reach a large branch, using it as a bridge to sneak out of my house.

After the thousands of times I've done it, climbing down that tree was a piece of cake and a minute later, my feet come in contact with the soft grass beneath me. Still quietly, I  approach  our fence, the one separating Zayn's house from mine. I open the lock and step in their backyard, making my way over to the small, wooden cabin situated in the darkest corner of their property.