The Surveillance Footage

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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?"