Charmed By A Rival
The apologetic, reassuring words were directed at herself, an attempt to brush off her own clumsiness as though it were nothing worth mentioning.
Zachary simply watched her in silence.
Unlike the last time he had seen her, Bella now looked every bit like the heiress she had once been—elegant, poised, and unmistakably refined, even in the midst of her drunken disarray.
The nude-colored silk halter blouse draped elegantly over her figure, revealing her flawless, pearl-white skin, graceful shoulders, and slender arms. Even her nails were painted a delicate shade of rosy pink.
But it wasn't her appearance that held Zachary's attention. It was the swollen, reddened side of her face. His eyes narr