_Calden’s POV_
I couldn’t get Zarelle out of my mind. Stunning was too mild a word to describe her performance on the catwalk. She had the beauty of a forest nymph and the grace of a jungle cat. Her walk oozed confidence.
With a face like hers and a strut like that, she could have easily led a life of fame, fortune and glamour. Yet, she spent three years leading a hermit-like existence as my wife. Other than my family, she seldom interacted with anyone else.
I thought back and realized, once again, how little I knew about her. Why didn’t she tell me she was a model?
I had to thank Nicholas for dragging me here tonight. Without my friend, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to discover yet another fascinating facet of my ex-wife.
Thinking of her, I scanned the crowd again.
