Chapter 89: Peace
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Chapter 89
~Zara’s POV~
The tension wrapped around me tightly, and when the car finally arrived at Snow’s mansion, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
The memories of my family’s house—my father’s exhaustion, my mother’s frustration, Elias’s agitation—all replayed like an unwelcome montage, amplifying the weight in my chest.
The driver came around to open my door, and I stepped out, smoothing the creases on my dress before grabbing my bag. Snow’s mansion stood imposing yet comforting before me, and a strange sense of relief washed over me.
The familiar grounds, the polished floors, even the slightly too-cool air all hinted at stability, at control—two things I’d sorely missed in the past few days.
One of Snow’s staff greeted me with a polite bow. "Madam Zara," he said, taking my bag. "Welcome back."
"Hello, good evening," I replied, managing a faint smile. He nodded, leading me through the grand hallway as I followed quietly, breathing in the calm that only seemed to exist here.
He set my things in my room and left me alone, closing the door softly behind him.
For a brief moment, I just stood there, taking in my surroundings—the familiar plush furnishings, the faint scent of lavender from the linen, and the comforting memory of Snow’s guarded, grumpy expressions.