Zarah’s POV
The steam clung to my skin like a second robe as I pushed open the golden-trimmed bathroom door.
My room glittered under the chandelier, every light reflecting off the glass shelves and the crystal perfume bottles scattered carelessly on my vanity.
I ran a hand through my wet hair, enjoying the silk-like feel of it against my palm.
Droplets of water slid down my skin, glistening like tiny gems.
I paused in front of the long mirror, tilting my chin, studying myself the way I always did after a shower.
Perfect. Always perfect.
But then—
Ring! Ring!
The sharp sound of my ringtone cut through the quiet room.
I frowned instantly. Who dared disturb me at this hour?
The phone kept ringing. It was so persistent that it was annoying.
I grabbed a towel and patted myself d
