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Chapter 113
~Zara’s POV~
"You look... perfect," Snow expressed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Thank you," I replied, fighting back a smile.
Ella let out a soft chuckle, nudging Aira with a smirk. "Guess we did good."
Aira grinned, but Snow didn’t seem to notice.
"You look handso," I offered my complint and looked away. Snow stepped closer, his gaze trailing over my outfit before settling back on my face. "Ready to go?"
"Yes." I gave Ella and Aira a small, grateful smile. They both shot supportive thumbs-ups, Aira’s eyes glinting with barely contained laughter as she mouthed, ’Good luck’ to .
"Have fun, you two," she said out loud.
And Ella winked at before adding, "And don’t hold back, Zara."
The two of them exchanged glances that made blush, and I quickly turned, following Snow out of the room. The mont we were in the hallway, the playful energy from inside the room faded, replaced by a quieter, almost electric tension between us.
Snow led the way, his hand hovering near my back as if he were ready to steady if I stumbled in my heels.
As we walked down the staircase, I could feel his gaze flicker toward now and then, like he was trying to take in every detail.
Once we reached his car, he opened the door for , his touch lingering on the edge of the doorfra as I slipped inside. He closed it gently, walking around to the other side. When he settled in, he glanced at , his gaze a little softer than usual.
"Drive," he instructed the driver and the ride began.
The drive to the theatre was quiet but comfortable. Every so often, I’d catch him looking at out of the corner of his eye only to shift his focus back to the road and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.
When we arrived at the theatre, he led inside, his hand brushing against mine for a fleeting mont.
I marvelled at the simplicity of it all. The theatre was busy with people, and for the first ti in a while, I felt... normal. Snow purchased the tickets, surprising further by handing a choice of snacks.
"Popcorn?" he asked, holding a large tub toward .
I laughed, accepting it. "Guess you know the essentials."
As the movie started, we settled in, our seats positioned slightly away from the rest of the crowd. The lights dimd, and I could feel a strange, thrilling energy settle between us.
I caught myself stealing glances at him more than watching the screen, noticing the way his jaw relaxed, his expression softening as he focused on the film.
When he caught looking, he leaned over and murmured, "Enjoying the movie?"
Embarrassed, I turned back to the screen. "Yes, of course."
"Or enjoying the view of my face?"
I looked away like a teenage girl in love and tried to stop myself from blushing.
"Epic fail," Astrid noted within and my blush worsened.
A few scenes passed, and when I shifted to adjust my seat, our hands brushed against each other on the armrest.
I felt my heart quicken as he didn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers slowly intertwined with mine. I glanced at him, and he offered a small, reassuring smile that made my heart flip.
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~Snow’s POV~
The simplicity of sitting next to her, holding her hand, was strangely grounding. As the movie ended, we made our way out of the theatre, silently.
Outside, a slight breeze blew through, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her hair moved in the wind, framing her face in a way that made her look serene.
"Thank you, Snow," she said softly, a genuine warmth in her voice.
"You’re welco," I replied, finding myself unable to look away. "You deserved this, a chance to unwind."
She gave a small nod, her eyes holding mine, and for a mont, I considered leaning in, closing the small distance between us. But just as I took a step closer, Zara’s phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the spell.
She checked it quickly and sighed, a slight frown crossing her face.
"Everything alright?" I asked, imdiately alert.
"Just a reminder for so paperwork," she said, shrugging. "Nothing urgent, but it pulled back to reality."
I gave her a reassuring smile. "Reality can wait a little longer. Want to go anywhere else?"
"Yeah, maybe getting an ice cream, also for Storm."
"Sure."
This ti I did not hesitate and I held her hand in mine before leaning down to peck her on the lips.
Zara’s eyes went wide. She never expected to act, I know but I couldn’t let such a perfect mont pass without doing sothing to show my appreciation of her divine beauty.
After my quick kiss, I could see the surprise flicker in Zara’s eyes. Her gaze softened, and a shy smile played on her lips.
Without another word, I led her down the bustling street toward the small ice cream shop across from the theatre.
Inside, the place was cosy and a little crowded, but she didn’t seem to mind as we waited in line, our hands still linked.
When it was our turn, she scanned the selection, her brows furrowing slightly in thought. "What are you getting?" she asked, glancing up at , her curiosity sparking sothing in my chest.
"Vanilla," I said, keeping my voice casual. "Simple, classic."
She smiled, ordering her own, sothing with swirls of chocolate and caral, and we took our treats to a small table tucked into the corner.
As we sat down, Zara took a small bite of her ice cream and continued, "You know, I’m surprised you’d go for vanilla. I thought soone like you would choose sothing... complicated."
I chuckled, leaning in a little. "Sotis simplicity is underrated."
Her eyes held mine, and a spark of sothing daring glimred there. Before I could react, she leaned in, and her lips t mine.
The taste of chocolate and caral lingered, mixing with the thrill that coursed through at her boldness.
She pulled back, cheeks flushed, and I found myself speechless—sothing rare enough that it brought a small laugh to her lips.
"Didn’t expect that, did you?" Zara teased softly.
"No," I replied, unable to hide the grin that spread across my face. "But I could get used to it."
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