Zara
"Don't worry, not all of us bite," she said with a sly smile, and I had to hide my grin.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"By the way, Mr. Sterling didn't introduce you. I don't know why; maybe he didn't want to reveal your identity. But I know you're Zara Zayair." She winked faintly as we sat down at the table.
My jaw dropped in amazement, and I leaned closer, grabbing her hands.
"How do you know?"
She giggled softly, like a true lady.
"I follow the news very closely. I'm a huge fan of your parents. I followed your mother's case very closely, even when I was just a teenager and desperately wanted her to win. Your parents are such an inspiration."
My eyes gleamed with shock. She was so polite and tactful. Understanding the situation, she didn't speak in front of men, only when we were alone.
"Wow! I didn't expect that at all."
