CHAPTER 161

ZYLIAH'S POV

By the time I'd dressed and come downstairs, no one in the family was anywhere in sight.

The weather was quite warm, so I'd opted for a black, double-strap gown that fell just below the knee, adorned with a mid-sized pink floral embroidery on one side.

A white bag with a pink latch was slung across my shoulder. A white pair of slippers adorned my feet, a beautiful contrast to my red-painted toenails.

I'd curled my rich brown hair into shiny, bouncy waves that ...