Chapter 410
- Put simply, it was a lack of confidence.
- But the Zayla Steele standing here now had a razor-sharp gaze. She stood quietly by the window, sunlight spilling over her and coating her thin silhouette in gold—and she outshone the light itself.
- Even someone as picky as Rong Cobbett had to admit Zay fit his taste. With a face like that, she had every right to scoff at being called a mere vase.