ZIRA

I guess Zed wasn't lying. I thought as I watched Alaia move through the tables. She was beautiful. Tall, slender, porcelain skin, a round face framed by long blond hair, and her eyes. Her eyes almost looked like ice. Hell, I would leave me for her.

She stared at me with a nonchalant expression. Probably sizing me up, too. For some reason, I was getting nervous and sick to my stomach. How could someone make me feel this way?

"You didn't answer my question," Alaia said, breaking me from my thoughts. "Why were you touching those?" She pointed to the napkins on the table.

"Sorry, I...was just admiring the...