Chapter 48: Charity Gala
Mira’s body went still. It was the first time Zamian had referred to her as his wife, and the impact of that word felt like a lightning bolt through her. Her heart leaped, feeling like fireworks had exploded inside her. The word "wife" echoed in her mind, sending waves of warmth through her entire being, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning.
She had known that tonight was going to be grand. The invitation alone had been an indication of the elite gathering she would be a part of, and the magnitude of the event had filled her with both anticipation and anxiety. Yet nothing could have prepared her for the effect of that single word from Zamian’s lips. "Wife." It was a title she had been given, but hearing it now, spoken by him in such an intimate context, made her feel its full weight for the first time.
Zamian, always composed, calm, and measured, had finally acknowledged their bond in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Mira’s breath hitched, and for a brief moment, everything around her seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, standing in a moment that felt strangely intimate. She blinked, trying to steady herself as she processed the depth of what had just happened. Zamian’s acknowledgment wasn’t just formal—it was personal, and it left her breathless.
As Mira prepared to descend the grand staircase, her hazel eyes sparkled with a mixture of delight and nervousness. Her gown flowed around her like liquid silk, accentuating her elegance. Zamian, standing at the bottom of the stairs, extended his hand toward her with that familiar air of confidence. There was something different about him tonight, though—a tenderness she hadn’t seen before. She hesitated for a second, but then she took a breath, placing her hand in his.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as their hands met, his touch warm and grounding. To her surprise, instead of simply guiding her down, Zamian brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. The gesture was so unexpected that Mira’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, the color brightening her face and enhancing her already stunning appearance. Zamian, typically so composed, seemed to be showing a side of himself that she had never seen before.
The soft kiss sent shivers through her, a gentle reminder that, this moment was theirs. Mira looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but Zamian simply returned her gaze with a calm intensity that made her heart race even faster.
As they walked hand in hand to the car that awaited them.
The Atmosphere of the evening seemed to blur as she followed his lead, trusting in his steady hand.
Once they reached the car, Zamian opened the door for her, ever the gentleman, and she slid inside. As he joined her inside the luxurious vehicle, Mira began to feel slightly nervous.
Zamian noticed the subtle tension in her posture, the way her fingers fidgeted slightly in her lap. He reached over, gently placing his hand over hers. "It’s okay," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "You don’t have to be nervous. When we arrive, people will take photos, but just follow my lead."
Mira nodded, grateful for his calm demeanor. She wasn’t used those kind of attention—the cameras, the flashing lights. But Zamian’s confidence and reassurance made her feel as though she could handle it. She allowed herself a small smile, and he responded by gently caressing her hand, offering her further comfort.