"Another guest in town? Looks like Mr. Paul keeps quite the circle of wealthy acquaintances."
The car door eased open, and the first thing to emerge was a pair of golden heels, shimmering under the flash of cameras, followed by a wave of black fabric that flowed dangerously short.
Gasps erupted.
"Oh my… that has to be the shortest gown I have ever seen in my life."
"Is she here to seduce people or scandalize them?"
Some faces twisted in disgust, while others didn't waste the chance to snap photos, shutters clicking with feverish hunger.
Zara, unbothered, smirked beneath the scrutiny. "Oh yes, let me show you bitches how it's done," she murmured to herself, savoring their shock. Their judgment was her applause. That was how you made an entrance, by being unforgettable, even hated. At least this way, she wouldn't make the news as just another pretty face.
