Chapter 35

Nicholas rapped lightly on the door to Queenie's apartment. A few seconds later, light, rhythmic footsteps echoed from inside. The door swung open. The moment Nicholas saw his Queenie standing in the doorway, his eyes widened in shock. She was different today. It wasn't just the outfit. It was everything. The makeup, her attitude, the entire vibe. Normally, Queenie's makeup leaned toward the elegant and mature, with a touch of dominant charm. But today? A soft, natural look so subtle that if he hadn't paid attention, he might have thought she wasn't wearing any makeup at all. Her usual shoulder-length, silver-streaked waves had been tied into a high ponytail, adding a fresh, sporty edge. She looked effortlessly cool and sharp yet approachable, like the friendly older sister next door. Then there was the outfit. High-waisted jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. A cropped white top that revealed a hint of toned abdomen—slim, taut, and not an ounce of excess. The kind of figu