Chapter 143: Painting
As the car glided smoothly down the road, joy radiated from Little Zami’s face, her excitement lighting up the entire vehicle. She pressed her face against the window, her eyes sparkling as she took in the bustling city streets that stretched before them. The happiness she exuded was infectious, and Mira couldn’t help but feel a surge of elation herself.
She glanced at the man beside her—her husband, Zamian. It was still hard to believe how much he had changed. Once cold, stoic, and emotionless, he had transformed into someone who was attentive and caring, a version of him she had never thought possible. The memory of his former self felt distant now, replaced by the reality of the warm man sitting next to her.
Her lips curled into a soft, contented smile. She hadn’t realized how much this change meant to her until now. Her family was together, happy, and it felt like everything she had dreamed of was finally falling into place.
Meanwhile, Little Zami was captivated by the scenery outside. Her small fingers lightly traced patterns on the window as her gaze darted from one tall building to the next. The wide-eyed wonder on her face was a sight Mira adored every time they went out together. But today felt different—there was something undeniably special about this outing. It was as though the world itself had conspired to make this moment perfect.
"Mommy, look at that building! It’s so tall!" Little Zami exclaimed, pointing to a skyscraper that seemed to touch the clouds. Her voice was filled with pure, unfiltered amazement.
"Yes, sweetheart," Mira replied softly, her own gaze following her daughter’s finger. "It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"
Little Zami nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing as she turned back to the window. The car continued to glide effortlessly through the city, the streets bustling with life.
When they finally arrived in front of a grand museum, the car slowed to a stop. The imposing gates, intricately designed with golden patterns, swung open smoothly. The chauffeur rolled down the window, presenting a sleek, black card to the staff stationed at the entrance. After a brief exchange, they were waved inside, and the car drove forward into the museum’s expansive driveway.
Little Zami’s curiosity quickly got the better of her. "Mommy, what’s the card for?" she asked, tilting her head inquisitively. Her wide, innocent eyes were full of questions, and Mira couldn’t help but smile at her daughter’s endless curiosity.