Zaria Simone Age Novels & Stories

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

“Child, How old are you?” The old women asked who sat beside the groom, Simran felt nervous and uncomfortable with the questions the women were asking to her from past 15 minutes. The women looked sweet to her . Masking her discomfort, Simran said “I am about to turn 20 next month” “What is the date?” The man around his late 20's asked. The women smiled hearing her son. “15th March” Simran replied with a smile. “A birthday is coming!” Arif whisper yelled at Aisha's ear who covered her ear glaring at him. “What is your ambition?” The man asked, he looked like a gentleman with the way he was asking questions.

Everyone laughed in unison. “What’s it like to live his lifestyle?” Zara asked. “It is so strange! I was orphaned when I was 8 years old and have lived on my own with my brother since I was 14 years old. We didn’t have anything but a roof over our heads and a bit of food in our bellies.” “Oh my gosh, Amelie,” Simon gasped. “I didn’t know that!” He reached over to hug me. “I didn’t really say anything to anyone because I don’t like people pitying me for my past,” I revealed. “I am more than just my tough childhood.”

I walk towards the bed, and I grab the clothes to see that it’s his sweatshirt and pants. “Why is he giving me his clothes?” “Because Mr. Fernandez wants breakfast with you, after which he plans to return to his villa in town,” Ariana says, and I scoff. My mind juggles back to what happened yesterday, and I feel my heart getting heavy. I can’t believe Zane refused to reject me, but somehow I feel for Gia. She is twenty-three and unmarried, that’s the age of an old maiden in my pack. “Ma’am, we should get going,” Ariana says, snapping me out of my fantasy.

"Do I really look that old?" "No, no, you are very pretty, Auntie," Zia said as she waved her hands around to disapprove of Sarah calling herself old. "But my aunt is twenty-seven years old, she's young but she's my aunt. Is that wrong, Aunt Sarah?" Zia pouted her lips, putting to practice the pretending-to-be-a-child acting she tried hard to learn during her leisure times.