The Unwanted Girl Is Their Princess novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261

Just as Yannis and Zinnia were about to leave after finishing their meal, a sudden burst of noise erupted in the restaurant. Someone called out, it’s snowing.”

People started chattering excitedly, clearly thrilled by the news. Many didn’t even bother finishing their chili con carne–they rushed toward the entrance, eager to see the falling snow.

“Yannis, they said it’s snowing.” Zinnia, still sipping the last of her milk, heard the commotion and set the bottle down, turning her head to look outside.

Through the sparkling clean glass window, she could clearly see snowflakes drifting down from the sky. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Yannis, come on. Let’s go see it,” she said, darting past him in a rush.

“Put your coat on first. No need to hurry, it’s not gonna stop anytime soon.” Yannis caught her by the back of her collar and grabbed her jacket from the chair, motioning for her to put it on.

“Alright.” Zinnia quickly threw on her coat, and as soon as she finished, she tugged Yannis along to go see the snow.

The entrance of the restaurant was packed with people. Holding tightly to Yannis, Zinnia struggled to squeeze through the crowd. Outside, more people were taking pictures.

Once they made it out, Zinnia reached out her hand to catch the snowflakes drifting from the sky. She curiously examined the small, round flakes landing on her palm.

She had never seen snow before. Back where she used to live, the weather was warm year–round–it never snowed.

“It’s cold,” Zinnia murmured, feeling the chill as the flakes melted against the warmth of her fingers, leaving her skin damp.

Around them, people were marveling at the season’s first snowfall. Everyone was snapping photos and soaking in the moment, full of joy.

Suddenly, Zinnia closed her eyes and brought her hands together in front of her, as if making a wish. Yannis noticed the gesture but didn’t say anything, letting her be.

After a moment, Zinnia opened her eyes again.

“Were you making a wish just now?” Yannis asked.

“They say wishes made during the first snowfall of winter will come true,” Zinnia said with a smile, catching more snowflakes with her hands, eyes gleaming with joy.

“What did you wish for?” Yannis asked again.

“If I say it out loud, it won’t come true,” Zinnia replied, unwilling to share.

“Come on, just tell me. I won’t tell anyone else,” Yannis coaxed.

“Nope,” she said with a shake of her head, still not telling.

Zinnia had made three wishes. One–for Nathan’s safety. Two–for Yannis to finally be free from his insomnia. And three be safe and healthy.

everyone she loved would

She didn’t want to say them out loud. And for a moment, Yannis didn’t know what to do–after all, snow couldn’t really make her wishes come true.

Yannis didn’t manage to get Zinnia to share her wish. Seeing her glance toward the people taking pictures nearby, he asked, “Do you want a photo?”

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Chapter 261

“Yes. You take it for me,” Zinnia said. “There’s a big Christmas tree up ahead–I want a picture with it.”

It was her first time seeing snow, and she had to capture the moment. She broke into a small ruri toward the huge Christmas tree in the center of the

plaza.

Yannis followed behind and saw her stop in front of the tree. It was enormous, and plenty of others were already posing for photos around it. Zinnia joined them, standing among the crowd.

“Make sure you get a good shot of me–I’m posting this on Instagram,” she said seriously, glancing over at Yannis, who had his phone raised and ready.

It was Yannis’s first time taking pictures of her, and Zinnia wasn’t too confident in his skills. She’d heard guys were usually bad at taking photos, and she was worried he might mess it up and make her look awful online,

“I’ll make sure you look amazing,” Yannis promised.

Only after he reassured her did Zinnia start posing. She lifted her right hand and, with a bit of playful perspective, pretended to hold the giant Christmas tree in her palm.

Yannis looked at her through the camera lens. Her lips were a soft red, curved into a relaxed smile. Snowflakes drifted gently onto her head. He captured

the scene.

He took several shots in a row before Zinnia finally told him to stop.

“Let me see.” She jogged over, leaning in to peek at the screen.

“Here. What do you think? If you don’t like them, I’ll take more,” Yannis said, holding out the phone.

The moment Zinnia saw the pictures, her eyes lit up.

In the photos, she looked charming and lively, her eyes curved like crescent moons. The Christmas lights reflected off her delicate face, perfectly capturing her dazzling smile. She looked just like a little fairy.

“How are you this good at taking pictures?” Zinnia asked, genuinely surprised.

She’d expected the usual awkward angles that made people look short or boxy, but Yannis’s photos were unexpectedly amazing–way better than her own face–squishing selfies.

His photography skills were practically professional, like he’d been trained or something. That made her wonder if he had taken photos for someone else before.

The thought brought a faint pang to her chest, and for a moment, even the beautiful photos didn’t excite her as much.

“I used to take pictures for my mom when I was little,” Yannis said.

Over time, he’d taken many photos of Zinnia without her knowing–eating, doing homework, watching TV, drawing, or running through the living room.

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