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CHAPTER 162
~Zara's POV~
I shook my head, refusing to let it consume me for now. When I want to deal with her, I could enlist my brother's help.
Instead, I focused on the sound of faint clattering from the kitchen below. Snow was undoubtedly up to something, and the thought brought a flicker of amusement.
Moments later, the door creaked open again. Snow entered with a tray in hand, a lopsided grin on his face.
The tray held a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and what looked like slightly burned bacon. A small vase with a single, crooked daisy completed the arrangement.
With a flourish, he placed the tray on the nightstand and said, "Breakfast is ready, madam Zara."
I raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. "Did the bacon offend you, or is this just your special touch?"
"Cooking is an art, and this is abstract," he quipped, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're welcome, by the way."
