When Zenith remembered all that had happened, she couldn't believe it. Her brows furrowed, and she frantically looked down at herself. But because the light wasn't sufficient in the room, she couldn't make herself out quite well.
Twisting, she turned to find the switch to turn on the lights. Once the room brightened up, she checked herself. And the moment she saw herself in the change of clothes, her heart dropped.
Those flashes weren't some imaginations. It all happened for real. And …
Both her eyes and thoughts paused at the clothes scattered on the floor. And her face grew red.
Those clothes weren't hers, but she knew well who they belonged to. Especially that suit jacket. She had helped Ryan put that on in the afternoon. How could she not remember it?
