TALIA'S POV
It's not the first time I am having too many eyes focused on me. One would think that I would be used to the attention by now, but I am fighting the urge to stare at the ground and avoid noticing who has their eyes on me as we walk past them.
This palace has servants loitering around even at night. And none doesn't seem astounded to see my face again.
They are the same people that laughed and yelled insults at me three years ago. We were the most loathed family then, I wonder what they think of our presence here now.
Evan picks up Michael who appears dumbfounded by the attention. He proceeds to wrap a hand around my waist and draws us all close.
"Don't mind the stares, they will get used to seeing you soon." He comforts, halting briefly to place a kiss on my forehead.
