The Third Person's POV
The host quickly shifted his gaze toward the rows behind Aria, realizing Zion was sitting there.
"I take it Elena is looking at Zion," the host chimed, smoothing over the pause with a practiced, bright smile.
"That gown is absolutely breathtaking, Elena. It has Zion's signature touch all over it. Do you have anything to say to your designer?"
Seated in the audience, Zion leaned back, a faint, self-satisfied smirk touching his lips.
He knew how the industry worked. No matter how cold or distant an A-lister like Elena pretended to be, no one turned down the chance to flatter a top-tier designer on live television.
His eyes drifted to Aria, who sat gracefully in the row ahead of him. Something about her profile struck him as strangely familiar.
His gaze traced
