Zara’s POV

My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that I could barely hear Zane’s voice anymore.

I noticed the instant heaviness in the air as our eyes met. He stood there in the middle of the restaurant, bouquet in hand, looking like I had just carved his heart open with a knife. 

I wondered how devastating it must have been for him to see Zane and me like that, in that lovey-dovey position. Only if he knew this was just an act to get Zane to trust me and let me in on his ...