Alora was seated on the swing, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky. The cool night breeze blew past her face, cascading the tiny strands of her hair along with it.
The conversation with Stella made her realize that if she got such eyes, she also got a caring husband and companion because of them. She had now two big brothers and friends: Izaak and Alaric. While in Selvina she found a sister.
"I want to see what my mother looks like," Alora murmured. "I wonder how she is living these days. They all must be blaming her again." She had the desire to bring her mother out of that house, but it wasn't possible.
"What have you been thinking?" Magnus's voice fell into her ears as he entered the balcony with a candle stand in his hand. Placing it on the table before the swing, he arched his eyebrow at Alora.
