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CHAPTER 32
~Zara's POV~
After Zoe left, the tension slowly dissipated. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a deep breath.
Storm was too focused on his cake to notice the lingering awkwardness, but I wasn't.
Zoe's words stung a little more than I cared to admit. She had been around for years, taking care of Storm like he was her own, while I had only just entered the picture.
Though, it shouldn't matter given that our marriage contract was just for a year and after that I'd leave but still.
It was a battle, and even though I'd won this round, I knew it wasn't over. Zoe wasn't going to back down easily.
"Can I have more cake, Zara?" Storm asked, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.
I smiled down at him, pushing the plate closer. "Of course. But not too much. You don't want a stomachache, do you?"
Storm grinned, happily taking another bite.
