Fate's Identity

Chapter 31 (Part I)

I fix my hair into a ponytail. I straighten my denim jacket on my green dress. I look outside to the November weather we're having. The sky was bright and shiny. A perfectly good start to a perfectly good day.

I swing my purse around my shoulder and exit my room. Downstairs, I meet up with Camila, who's rocking a white top and black jeans. "Thank you for waiting," I said.

"No problem," she says. "I already told Simon. He allowed us, but we have to get home before ten."

I nod my head, and we leave the house. Camila hands me the keys. I sit behind the wheels and turn on the engine. I back out of the driveway and pull into the road.

"So, how are you and Zayn?" I ask.

"We're good," she answers. "But I'm really nervous."

"Why is that?"

"Well, this is our very first date," she replies. "It needs to be special. First date is always about being the best version of yourself, but I don't know if I have any that's good."

"Camila, you will be fine," I assure her. "If Zayn really wants to know you, then he should love who you are."

"Okay," Camila replies. "I'll keep my fingers cross." I nod my head. I press on the brake at a red light. "You and Liam seem to be getting close."

I blush too easily. "What? You think?" I glance at her.

"Yeah," she replies. "You're opening up to him as I see it. He doesn't question you. I'm just wondering how far you two would go before Simon knows."

My smile fades. "I don't know when I will tell Simon. I just know that it's not this moment."

"I'm sure he'll be okay with it," Camila assured me, but I was skeptical.

"Not to me, maybe to you," I said. "You're his little innocent daughter. He can't stay mad at you for long."

"Ally, you're giving me too much. Simon won't approve my relationship with Zayn. He probably thinks of him the same way he does with Liam," she says.

"You don't know that," I reply.

"I rather not take the chance,"

I sigh heavily, not satisfied but will accept. Camila has a higher chance than me, so I don't know why she's comparing.

For the rest of the car ride, Camila and I talked about school and the girls. We exchange a bit about our relationship with Liam and Zayn.

I pull into the parking lot and search for an empty lot, but there was a lot of parked cars. I drive aisle by aisle to find an empty spot until I finally came across an empty one. I parked the car, and Camila and I exit.

We search for the entrance, but with our height, we can barely see any fence or gate. We walk to the end of the aisle, near the trees, and see the entrance a couple yards ahead. Camila frowns, noticing the distance from here to there, but I encouraged her. With our arms lock, we walk to the entrance and pass the fences. We enter the fence, and my eyes were glue to the statues they have. A beautiful statue of a woman kneeling down on her knees for the other statue: a man who shield his face from her. A story of a woman who was turned away by a man. The man covered his face as if he was ashamed of her while the woman cried out her tears.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turned around. Liam stood in front with a friendly smile. "Hey," he greets as our eyes meet.

I smile and reply, "Hey." Liam wore a white shirt button with blue jeans. Over his shirt, he had a blue and red plaid buttoned up shirt. All of it was covered by his tan dress coat. A red scarf lie around his neck.