BooksByBellaMarie
The sun was just kissing the rooftops of Houndcrest France, when Zitalia Rivera stepped onto the terrace, heels clicking against marble, hair blowing like she'd walked straight out of a music video. She adjusted her statement sunglasses, gave the camera a look that could melt steel, and smirked.
"Alright, y'all," she said, voice booming with that signature mix of confidence and chaos. "Welcome to Veiled Desires! The show where your hearts get played, your secrets get spilled, and honey..." she paused for effect, finger wagging, "your life might just get a little... messy."
She spun on her heel, letting her long jacket flare behind her like a red carpet moment. "We're in Houndcrest, baby. That's right, we in France, Mi gente! The wine is fancy, the villas are bougie, and your girl Zitalia is here to make sure nothing stays veiled. Nada. Our Bachelorette this time is my girl, Glovanna Berry."
Zitalia leaned in close to the camera, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "And trust me, some of these contestants? They're hiding stuff you would not believe. One's rolling in cash so big you'll need sunglasses just to look at him. Another? Let's just say he's got ties that'll make your grandma clutch her pearls. But this time everyone is human."
She straightened up, tossed her hair, and winked. "So grab your champagne, hold onto your pearls, and watch love get... well, unhinged. This is Veiled Desires, baby. Let's get it poppin'."
All Rights Reserved