Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Dressed to Impress

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Chapter 7

~Zara's POV~

I wasn't expecting much from this, really as I was exhausted from the day's activities and I knew time wasn't on my side. I needed to see Ella while her patience was still intact.

Ivan's endless missed calls and texts remained unanswered. And there was Clarissa who wanted to meet me. For that, I wasn't interested. I glanced at my phone just as we entered his car. Ella's message glared me in the face.

'What rich call boy are you talking about?' She was late. I mentally sighed and opened the message. 'The one I hired complained he never met you. Zar, don't tell me you ma...'

She added an emoji of shock following her next words.

'Oh my gee! Were you kidnapped? Or did you stow away with a rich uncle?'

I nearly choked on my breath and burst out laughing but managed to hold it in and shut my phone.

Snow drove us home in silence, but I could feel his eyes on me now and then, as if he was sizing me up, calculating. I braced myself for what was waiting.

When we arrived, he led me up to a large room, pushing the door open to reveal a massive walk-in closet already filled with rows of designer dresses, shoes, and accessories.

I blinked, stunned. "This was... prepared for me?" I asked, turning to look at him.

Snow leaned casually against the doorframe, his expression calm, though I caught a flicker of something in his eyes. "Of course. Did you think I'd let you come to a family dinner unprepared?"

I smirked, stepping inside and running my fingers over the soft fabric. "It seems you've thought of everything," I remarked, glancing back at him. "I'm almost impressed."

He chuckled, but I could see he was trying to keep his distance, to remain indifferent. "It's just practical," he replied. "I needed to make sure you had what you needed."

"Practical, right," I teased, pulling out a black and blue gown that caught my eye. It was sleek, form-fitting, with a slit up the side that added just the right amount of edge. "How about this one?" I asked, holding it up.

His eyes skimmed over the dress and then back to me. "That'll do," he stated flatly but I saw a hint of appreciation in his gaze. "It suits you."

I smiled, enjoying his reaction. "I'll go with your choice, then." I gave him a mock bow.

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips despite himself. "You might just survive tonight after all," he murmured, turning to leave. "I'll see you downstairs after I've freshened up."

I watched him go and shook my head. He was a mystery, always trying to keep his cool, but I had a feeling I was getting under his skin.

Astrid stirred within me but other than that, there wasn't any more noise from her.

With each rebirth, Astrid's presence had grown fainter, but this time, her silence was more pronounced. Was she merely resting, or had she been wounded in some way?

I tried to speak to her but was met with silence. Shaking my head, I decided to get on with things and deal with her issue later. As a lady, our dress-up time was longer than that of a guy.