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CHAPTER 89
~Zara's POV~
The tension wrapped around me tightly, and when the car finally arrived at Snow's mansion, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
The memories of my family's house—my father's exhaustion, my mother's frustration, Elias's agitation—all replayed like an unwelcome montage, amplifying the weight in my chest.
The driver came around to open my door, and I stepped out, smoothing the creases on my dress before grabbing my bag. Snow's mansion stood imposing yet comforting before me, and a strange sense of relief washed over me.
The familiar grounds, the polished floors, even the slightly too-cool air all hinted at stability, at control—two things I'd sorely missed in the past few days.
One of Snow's staff greeted me with a polite bow. "Madam Zara," he said, taking my bag. "Welcome back."
