Zita
I watched the video coverage of Kian and I’s engagement photoshoot, and my stomach twisted at the way he glared at me—like I was some dirty pest he couldn't get rid of—when I wasn’t watching. However, when the camera panned to us, those blue eyes softened as a smile brightened his face and then he would gaze at me as if I meant the world to him.
If he were an actor, he would have a shelf full of Oscars. I clicked pause, admiring the way he held me in his arms. Why couldn’t he just be this way with me when the cameras weren't watching? Even if it meant putting on an act, I would take it.
I shut the laptop, moving from the bed as anger slowly surged inside of me because of Verena. Why would she call to ask about Kian? I thought she mentioned that she didn’t want to see either of u
