The celebration had ended, and as Mark prepared to leave, he decided to go early. The intense aura that Zamian emitted was something he knew he couldn't handle.
Normally, Mark would bid Mira and Zami goodbye with a special handshake, but tonight he settled for a simple high-five before waving at Mira and heading out. Darkness had already enveloped the fading evening, and although Zamian remained deep in thought, Mira was relieved he hadn't left immediately after the celebration. There was something she needed to discuss with him, not just for her sake but for her daughter's as well.
After Mark's departure, Mira went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, making sure to cook something even Zamian would enjoy. During the celebration, she had found herself glancing his way from time to time. Was it because he looked more handsome, even taller, and more captivating than she remembered? The thought made her cheeks flush with warmth. Goodness, what was she thinking?
