Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: The Party

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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 me 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 something 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 anime. His enthusiasm was infectious, though my focus kept drifting to the staircase, knowing Zara and her companions would appear any moment.

"Daddy Snow, do you think they’re ready yet?" Little Storm asked, his eyes bright.

"Soon," I replied, smiling faintly.

At that moment, 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 welcome! 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, "Come on, everyone. Let’s not keep Andrew waiting."

As we moved toward the car, I caught Zara’s gaze, holding it for a moment 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 me, his presence commanding as always in a perfectly tailored black suit. His sharp eyes scanned the room with ease, exuding authority that seemed 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 me 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."

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 me.

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 seemed to pierce through me.

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.

Something deep inside me 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 presume you must be Zara."

My mouth opened, but no words came out. His voice sent a shiver down my spine, and his gaze held mine as though he were searching for something.

And then suddenly a memory flashed in my eyes.

"Zara," Andrew said gently, snapping me out of my daze. "This is Zade."

"Zade," I murmured, his name rolling off my tongue with an odd sense of familiarity.

His eyes softened slightly as he nodded. "It’s a pleasure to meet you."

"Zade?" I froze, recognising that voice. Snow was here.