AURELIA
If you think Zayn looked like the most dangerous person then you should see the older version of him. It wouldn't take a genius to know who his father was amongst the two men sitting.
He had few white graying strands of hair and his skin a bit wrinkled but he had the exact same striking handsomeness as his son. Zayn turned to me and patted down my hair.
“There you go,” he said tenderly, removing his hands from mine and bending down to hold the edge of my gown as I sat. It wasn't necessary I could sit down either way but he still wanted to pass the impression that he was madly in love with me. I forced myself to get into character and smiled sweetly at him, desperately hoping it didn't show on my face that I was faking it. My cheeks started to hurt from being stretched.
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