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The Zareena

It is unexpected that Valdo even brought his friend at a family gathering. Worse his parents did not protest, even the father of Zareena so liked the man. Who is Tristan? Zareena had just met the man, but both her parents were very familiar.

The maid came to tell her that the bride's family had come to the house. Zareena smiled as Valdo would not be able to avoid her marriage.

Anthony's family were friends with his parents. Having a girl the same age as Zareena. Belva Anthony is a twenty-five-year-old glasses girl.

Not the type of woman from Valdo, but this time her brother could not shy away from matchmaking anymore. Valdo had already caused quite a mess as he managed to get his father to release one of the subsidiaries into the hands of the other party. In return Valdo must marry Belva.

"I think I should go" said Tristan. "It's a family gathering. I don't want to disturb."

Valdo looked at him sharply. "You promised to accompany me."

"If anyone had heard it, we would have been considered abnormal."

"You guys are not normal. Don't forget that I haven't said anything to my mother about your behavior this morning" said Zareena.

Valdo laughing. "Your reputation will be destroyed. The CEO of the Imperial Corporation was partying with two women. My father must not have respected you."

Zaree's eyes widened to hear the brother's words. He only realized that Tristan was a famous man in business circles. Imperial Corporation is a leading retail company in London.

"Don't take care of me. Better meet your future wife" Tristan said.

"Damn!" aspersion Valdo. "He's not my type."

"You have to marry her, man."

"Tristan, join us" said Mary, mother of Valdo and Zaree.

"I'd better go home" said Tristan.

"We haven't had dinner yet. Tell you what, Zaree, you're with Tristan first. Join us for dinner tonight" said Mary.

"Me, Ma?" zaree asked as he pointed at his face.

"Who else is Zareena here?" his mother said while taking Valdo to the living room to meet his future wife.

Zareena looked at Tristan. "Come with me."

"Where do you want me to go?" ask Tristan.

"To the garden behind the house," replied Zareena.

"How old are you?" ask Tristan.

"Twenty-five."

Tristan watched him from top to bottom. "Twenty-five years, but looks like a teenager."

"What do you mean?"

"Long skirt and blouse. Are you sure you're wearing this for a family gathering?" ask Tristan.

"I think this is very polite. My mother also said this was good" Zaree said.

Tristan held back his laughter. "You should wear a dress."

"What's your problem if I wear this?"

"Just makes me hurt my eyes to look at him. The skirt you're wearing is like candy" replied Tristan.

"Then don't look at me. I don't expect you to see me either."

"But you're in front of me" Tristan said.

"Close your eyes!"

"I want to see, why do I have to close my eyes?"

"You said it hurt my eyes to see me?"

"My eyes are open not just to see candy walk like you," Tristan said.

Zareena could say nothing more. He could not argue with this man before him. Tristan could always refute his every word.

"Don't look at each other then" Zaree said.

"I don't want to see you."

Zareena clenched her feet in annoyance. He walked quickly to the park, while Tristan followed him.

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