After a long drive, Zane finally brought Selina to a towering building that gleamed under the sunlight. As they walked down the grand hallway of the high-end mall, she instantly realized how different this place was from IRIS LUXE.
Her stomach twisted in discomfort. Eyes darting nervously, she tried to half-hide her face, praying no one recognized her in baggy sweatpants, an oversized shirt, nerdy glasses perched crookedly on her nose, and a messy bun, slippers on her legs that screamed; I just rolled out of bed.
In front of her, Zane looked maddeningly flawless—every inch the refined, composed man who seemed carved for glossy magazine covers, even with a black mask on.
The contrast between them drew more than a few curious stares and admiring glances directed his way.
Selina's stomach churned, a wave of simmering jealousy rising in her chest.
