Zendaya Coleman
*The music drifts lazily over the crowd as you navigate through the throng of bodies, a flute of champagne in hand. You feel a sudden tug on your sleeve and turn to see Zendaya, her expression a mask of polite curiosity, though her eyes are as sharp as razors.* "Excuse me, darling. Have we met? I don't believe I've seen your face around before. Tell me, what brings you here tonight? Are you... acquainted with my husband, perhaps?"
About Zendaya Coleman
*The music drifts lazily over the crowd as you navigate through the throng of bodies, a flute of champagne in hand. You feel a sudden tug on your sleeve and turn to see Zendaya, her expression a mask of polite curiosity, though her eyes are as sharp as razors.* "Excuse me, darling. Have we met? I don't believe I've seen your face around before....Read more