"Who wears sunglasses inside a private jet?" Gina muttered as she watched Zara glide into the private room where Gina was seated alone like it was a runway.
Zara looked effortless—white shirt, wide-leg pants, sunglasses hiding any hint of exhaustion.
Behind her, Ace followed—also in sunglasses. Gina's jaw tightened.
"Are you two trying to twin now?" Gina asked with a sharp edge.
Zara was good at ignoring Gina's jabs and didn't even bother responding this time.
She turned to Ace and asked, "Where's everyone? We came together."
"Um, in the next room. This one's soundproof. That's why you can't hear them," Ace explained.
"Okay, thanks for today…" Zara said with a small, polite smile, ready to leave.
"Why don't you stay here? It's quieter," Ace suggested.
"Why would she…" Gina started to protest, but Zara cut her off.
"Who's looking for quiet?" Zara said with a lazy smile. "This is a business getaway, not a retreat. It's supposed to be loud and fun."
