Ann Nolan, teetering in her high heels, lost her balance and stumbled into his arms.
As the world spun around her, her mind went dizzy and hazy.
Looking up, her gaze drunkenly fixed on his face, her eyes shimmered with a shallow layer of mist, like that of a lost deer.
Having had quite a bit to drink that evening, she saw him through a foggy confusion.
At times, she thought he was Zaiden Santos, other times he seemed like Zachary Santos.
Though the brothers were not very alike, to her intoxicated eyes, they just felt… similar.
"The dress I gave you, you refused to accept, but the one he gave you, you put on right away, didn't you?" Zaiden Santos snapped, gripping her chin and raising his voice.
"Can't we talk about this inside? You may not be ashamed, but I am. What time is it? It's a public place. Won't we disturb others' rest?"
Ann Nolan left Zaiden Santos at a loss for words.
Fumbling for her keys in her bag, she lowered her head to unlock the door.
