Even after showering and having dinner, I was still in high spirits. My body was tired from the day, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything: the lights, the cameras, Vittorio’s approving nod. And Zayne was the one I poured it all on. I kept talking, telling him how nervous I’d felt at first and how getting comfortable in front of the cameras wasn’t easy at all.
Zayne didn’t interrupt. He sat across from me, quiet, watching as I rambled on, eating his dinner and smiling at how excited I still was.
I was halfway through describing the moment I almost panicked on set when his voice broke through my rambling.
“You’re beautiful, Mira.”
His words caught me off guard. My chatter fell away, leaving me flushed and fumbling out a small, “Thank you.”
But Zayne wasn’t finished. He eased b
