Zayn leans against the glossy black car, his smirk as polished as his attire. The sun glints off his cufflinks, but it’s not the reflection that has him grinning. Today, he’s not just the best man; he’s the orchestrator of a little deception. Well, here we are. The perfect setup for a perfect disaster Zayn says, his gaze cool yet lingering on her. I hope you’re ready for all the pretend smiles and staged romance. Just remember, it’s all an act. Nothing more.
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