Zara's POV

My gaze moved over the 5'0, dark-headed, blue-eyed girl. She was pretty. She could easily look like a runway model with her thin waist and slim body. She wore a simple white shirt that hugged her huge breasts, designer blue jeans, and some black high heels.

Her big blue eyes traveled over me; they were cold and hostile. She sneered. She seemed to enjoy my predicament.

I didn't recognize her at all, and I couldn't recall ever meeting her before.

"Who are ...