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he snickered. Mila pouted but ignored him. "Here," Mila spoke pressing the flower in his hands. Arthur stared at it with disbelief. "We should get more of these," Arthur whispered, staring at the beautiful blossom. Out of the fog, under the sunlight, Mila now saw how marvelous the flower was. It was neither red, nor orange. It was a mix of various colours and it felt as if with every blink of an eye, it was changing shade. "This is mesmerizing," Mila whispered, bringing forth Grace's wolf vision and seeing a rainbow erupt from every inch of the flower.

I carried the boxes into the living room and placed them carefully on the coffee table. The red one first. Inside was a soft designer doll dressed in a velvet gown. Maya gasped, grabbing it instantly. Then the blue. Inside Milo’s box was a set of toy trucks—police cars, fire engines, and construction trucks. His eyes lit up. “Oooh!” he breathed. I smiled automatically. Then there was the pink box. I thought it was for Max; maybe there was a mistake in the color arrangement. For a moment, I just stared at it as a strange itch crept under my skin, a quiet voice in my head warning me that this one wasn’t like the others, and with a growing sense of unease, I finally opened it slowly to reveal a

“I enjoyed watching everyone and I have to get back to work.” “Let’s just see how this goes,” Ari said, pulling Mila up to stand in the middle of the group before sitting next to me. I wrapped my arm around Ari and brought her close to me. Her cologne, a delicate mix of vanilla and jasmine, did little to cover up Mila’s scent, but at least it was something. Mila spun the bottle, and unfortunately for her, it landed back on her. She looked around, confused, as Ari laughed. “Aren’t you lucky?” Ari smiled. “So what’s it going to be, Milan, Dare or Drink?”

And align the photo with Bella's photos on the table. "Tell me. Are Bella and the little woman in this photo the same person?"

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Isabella’s POV I hardly slept last night. I was so excited to spend part of the day exploring with Zander, but first I needed to survive a pedicure and manicure appointment with shrieker and squealer. “Bella,” Mama said. “What color do you think your Papa would like?” “I really like the coral color, very tropical and appropriate for here,” I commented. “Coral it is. What color are you doing?” Mama asked. I already knew. Zander had said he liked Caribbean blue, so I pulled up the color on my phone and asked the nail technician if she had a color similar to it. Arlene, the nail technician, said she could match it exactly.

Maya whines. “Whoaaahhh! Best picture I’ve seen all day, Sweetpea. You should give it to Mommy when you see her later. She’s gonna love it. Maybe it will soften the blow of the new do.” Milo coos at her. “What color do you want next?” “Tree color.” Maya says confidently while she looks at her picture with pride.

If I were ever to make a mistake or slip up, she'd leave me one of her pretty post-it notes with flowers with whatever mistake I made written in thick cursive with little hearts over the I's. The door to the conference room opened, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Mila walked in timidly with her work IPad, and other work files clutched to her chest. Light caramel tawny-colored vibrant locks flowed down her back in effortless waves, her choppy bangs falling, framing her heart-shaped face beautifully. Thick brown brows took place above celestial honey eyes with little green swirls if you looked closely. A rounded nose that fit her face rested above a defined cupid's bow

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

Rayvin needed to take Luna Bella’s advice and call the boutique she had given Rayvin the number to. According to Bella, it was a lifesaver when it came to everything style related. But Rayvin had been putting it off, prioritising other things. That is why she now faced her wardrobe and realised she only had the dress she wore to the funeral and two tank tops that were white. Being a wolf, you avoided white as it was so strongly associated with being a Luna. Mikael walked into the closet while trying to get his cufflinks on.