Snow’s Point of View:

It was just a dream. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I drifted back into consciousness, heart racing, my cheeks warm with embarrassment.

But the dream had felt so real—too real.

In it, I’d been back in the pool, the water pressing down on me, the same panic creeping up my throat as I struggled to breathe.

But then he was there, Kingston Grey, his strong arms pulling me up, his piercing blue eyes locking with mine. There was a moment of silence between us, a moment that stretched, our breaths mingling as his face drifted closer.

I’d felt myself leaning in, my lips inches from his, my heart pounding.

And then... I woke up.

What on earth was that? I thought, pressing a hand to my face.

Why would I dream about him, of all people?

Before I could process anything further, the door to my room swung open with a bang, and Zino marched in, carrying a box and an iPad. I quickly sat up, shoving the dream from my mind and turning my attention to him, grateful for the distraction.

“Morning, Snow,” Zino said, smirking as he handed me a sleek, pink iPhone and the iPad. “Dad wanted you to have this,” he added, barely concealing the look of amusement on his face.

I took the phone, feeling the cool, smooth surface in my hands. The pink color was vibrant, the two large cameras glinting in the morning light. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t help staring at it in disbelief.

“How much is this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my gaze fixed on the pristine new device.

Zino shrugged casually, grinning. “Just three million.”

I choked on my breath. “Did you just say just?”

“Yep,” he replied, clearly entertained by my reaction. “Dad’s got the best for you, apparently.”

Mumbling a quick “thank you,” I looked down at the phone, still feeling shocked. I’d never owned anything this expensive before. And the idea that Dad had bought this for me, after all this time... I wasn’t sure how to feel. Part of me wanted to feel grateful, but another part of me wondered if this was his way of trying to make up for everything he’d hidden from me.

Zino gave me a quick pat on the shoulder before stepping back. “Alright, enjoy. And maybe join us downstairs later?” He threw me a wink before slipping out, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a long sigh, flopping back onto my bed. My thoughts drifted back to the dream, and I couldn’t help but wonder why it had felt so... intense. Kingston Grey was my father’s rival, someone I was supposed to stay far away from. But my mind kept replaying the memory of his hand pulling me out of the water, his gaze piercing yet gentle. I didn’t understand why he’d saved me or why he’d stayed close even after.

I stared at the ceiling, groaning softly. “What the heck was that dream?” I muttered to myself, rubbing my forehead. Was it just because of the rescue? Was my mind playing tricks on me because of that one moment?

Shaking my head, I tried to push the thoughts away, but deep down, I had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t the last time Kingston Grey would cross my mind—or my path.

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