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Chapter 121
~Zara’s POV~
I turned to the mirror, my breath catching at the transformation. The touches she’d added were subtle but impactful, making look effortlessly radiant.
"Thank you," I said, turning back to her. "That was amazing. And you?" I asked gently, lowering my voice. "How are you doing, really?"
Tempest’s smile softened, a hint of sothing guarded flashing in her eyes. "I’m fine, Zara," she said. "Really. Now let’s not keep your lover boy waiting. He’s probably pacing downstairs."
Aira chuckled, stepping in to give a final nod of approval. "Well, let’s go then. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back and deal with my ghosting twin here."
Tempest laughed lightly, and the three of us made our way downstairs.
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~Snow’s POV~
I stood near the front door with Little Storm, who was chattering away about his latest fascination with ani. His enthusiasm was infectious, though my focus kept drifting to the staircase, knowing Zara and her companions would appear any mont.
"Daddy Snow, do you think they’re ready yet?" Little Storm asked, his eyes bright.
"Soon," I replied, smiling faintly.
At that mont, the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor drew our attention. Turning, I watched as Zara descended the staircase, flanked by Aira and Tempest.
Little Storm let out a low whistle, his jaw-dropping. "Whoa," he said, loud enough to echo. "They’re stunning, and Zara..." He paused, visibly awestruck. "She looks like a goddess!"
I couldn’t help but chuckle, ruffling his hair. "Yes, whoa," I agreed, my voice quiet as my eyes locked on Zara.
She was breathtaking, every detail of her outfit and appearance radiating elegance and confidence. My chest tightened slightly as I took her in.
Glacier purred in satisfaction, nodding his head in approval internally. "That’s ours, Snow. She’s ours."
Zara smiled shyly at Little Storm’s reaction, her cheeks tinting slightly as she reached the bottom step. "Thank you, Storm."
Little Storm grinned up at her. "You’re welco! Can I take a picture of you for my gallery?"
Aira burst out laughing, and Tempest nudged her. "Looks like you’ve got competition, Snow."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Okay, champ, take your picture."
He took out his phone and positioned it for a snap. Once he was done, I beckoned to them, "Co on, everyone. Let’s not keep Andrew waiting."
As we moved toward the car, I caught Zara’s gaze, holding it for a mont longer than necessary. Though the night had only just begun, I already knew it was going to be unforgettable.
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~Zara’s POV~
Andrew’s magnificent estate had an amazing entrance that combined classic style with contemporary luxury.
Lights twinkled like stars, casting a soft glow over the marble floors as a crowd of well-dressed guests mingled, their conversations humming like a symphony.
Snow walked beside , his presence commanding as always in a perfectly tailored black suit. His sharp eyes scanned the room with ease, exuding authority that seed to part the crowd effortlessly as we entered.
Andrew stood near the centre of the hall, speaking to a group of executives. When he saw us, his face lit up with a welcoming smile. He excused himself and approached confidently.
"Snow, Zara," he greeted, extending his hand to Snow before offering a polite nod. "You both look wonderful tonight. Thank you for coming."
"It’s an important event," Snow replied evenly, shaking Andrew’s hand. "We wouldn’t miss it."
Andrew’s smile widened, his gaze sweeping the room. "Shall we?" he said, gesturing toward the stage where a crimson ribbon hung between two golden posts.
The crowd gathered, the room falling silent as Andrew stepped onto the stage with Snow at his side. Caras clicked, and murmurs filled the air.
"This partnership signifies more than just business," Andrew began, his voice carrying effortlessly. "It’s a union of innovation, resilience, and shared goals. Together, we aim to redefine possibilities and set new standards."
The applause that followed was enthusiastic, filling the space with energy. Snow took the scissors Andrew handed him, and with a small nod of agreent between the two n, they cut the ribbon.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Snow and Andrew exchanged a firm handshake. Champagne glasses clinked as waiters moved through the crowd, offering flutes of golden bubbly.
After that, the celebration carried on, with guests mingling and discussing their ventures. Snow was swept away into a conversation with two prominent CEOs, leaving to explore the room at my own pace.
Aira and Tempest headed to the bar, their laughter catching my attention as they each picked up colorful cocktails.
Watching them, I couldn’t help but smile at how carefree they seed, a stark contrast to the high-stakes business world around us.
I turned my gaze back to the room, observing the mingling guests, when Andrew approached.
"Zara," he greeted warmly, holding out a glass of champagne he’d picked up from a passing waiter. "You looked like you could use one of these."
I accepted the glass with a polite smile. "Thank you."
"To partnerships," he said, raising his glass.
"To partnerships," I echoed, clinking my glass lightly against his before taking a sip.
Andrew’s gaze swept across the room, his smile soft but distracted. He kept looking around every few seconds or minutes of our conversation, and I could not help but notice it.
"Looking for soone?" I asked, tilting my head curiously.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe. Or maybe just trying to make sure everyone I invited is having a good ti."
Before I could respond, a strange sensation washed over . It was an intense, overpowering presence that sent Astrid into submission. My breath hitched, and my body froze.
The only other person to have that effect on her was none other than Snow Zephyr and this wasn’t him seeing as Astrid had grown a liking to his wolf.
I glanced at Andrew, wondering if he felt it too. His expression shifted subtly, a flicker of recognition crossing his features as he looked past .
Unable to resist the pull, I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.
And there he stood—a man with strikingly familiar blue eyes that seed to pierce through .
His presence was commanding, far surpassing even Snow’s. He wore a sharp suit that exuded effortless authority, his gaze unwavering as it locked onto mine.
Sothing deep inside stirred—a spark of familiarity and warmth that I couldn’t explain.
"You finally made it," Andrew’s elated voice said, breaking the silence. His tone was lighter, more personal than I’d ever heard it. "Good to see you, Couz."
"Couz?" I repeated, the word catching in my throat as I looked between Andrew and the man.
The man’s lips curved into a faint smile, his voice smooth and low. "Hello, Drew, young lady."
My lips parted and I bit down on my lower lips. "Huh... hello."
"And I presu you must be Zara."
My mouth opened, but no words ca out. His voice sent a shiver down my spine, and his gaze held mine as though he were searching for sothing.
And then suddenly a mory flashed in my eyes.
"Zara," Andrew said gently, snapping out of my daze. "This is Zade."
"Zade," I murmured, his na rolling off my tongue with an odd sense of familiarity.
His eyes softened slightly as he nodded. "It’s a pleasure to et you."
"Zade?" I froze, recognising that voice. Snow was here.
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