The problem with Adrian Cole was that he had started looking at Zara differently.
And Zara noticed.
That was the dangerous part.
Not the arguments.
Not the tension.
Not even the constant fighting.
It was the way his eyes lingered now.
The way he watched her leave rooms.
The way his voice softened accidentally whenever she looked tired.
It annoyed her deeply.
Because she noticed herself doing the same thing.
And that made everything worse.
The morning started badly.
Again.
Zara stood inside the dressing room struggling to zip the back of her dress while muttering insults under her breath.
“This stupid thing is evil.”
Adrian glanced up briefly from where he sat tying his watch.
“You said the same thing about another dress last week.”
“Because rich people make clothes for de
