Zara's POV
The party was vibrant and lively, with conversations flowing from business talk to playful banter. I sat at the second bar, confidently sipping my orange juice. While most had discarded their masks, excited to connect, I decided to keep mine on.
With so many photographers around, revealing my identity while sitting with Zen could lead to unwanted speculation about our relationship. It was simply the smarter choice.
"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing all alone?" a deep voice broke into my thoughts.
I turned to my left to find a striking young man with slicked-back blond hair and a flirtatious smile already gracing his face.
"Just enjoying my drink," I replied coolly, unfazed by his presence.
"Orange juice? That hardly counts as a drink!" He chuckled, amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Maybe not, but I prefer to stay sober tonight," I said, taking a sip and moving my glass out of his reach.
