When love comes calling
My family was never this formal—especially my brother, who was always busy, and my sister Ella, a full-time New York chef.
“Dress well, Zara,” Mum’s voice echoed down the hallway.
I slipped into a black, long bodycon dress that hugged my curves, showing every inch of the beauty that stupid Jason would now miss. I’m not going to deny it—I’m beautiful. With my red hair, blue eyes, and killer body, men always turned their heads. Maybe that’s why I never found real love.
I walked down the hallway to the dining room.
“Hey, Dad. Theo. Ella,” I said, acknowledging their presence.