Zara’s POV
The sun was barely up when I heard the loud rumble of Zayden’s sports car pulling into the driveway, followed by the buzzing swarm of reporters outside my window. I clenched my jaw, irritation bubbling up as I imagined him stepping out with that infuriating smirk, loving every second of the attention. He probably thought the whole world revolved around him.
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