Hazel’s POV
The market was bustling with life as Lila and I strolled through the narrow lanes lined with stalls. Everyone with their mind blowing creative little minds.
The scent of fresh bread mingled with the tang of spices, and the chatter of villagers haggling over prices filled the air. They have this accent that I have been mimicking. It’s so soothing.
Aiden was back at our stall, tending to his paintings with the meticulous care that had become second nature to him. I also know he has been disappointed because he didn’t find his mate.
I, on the other hand, needed to stretch my legs a bit, and Lila, ever the talkative one, was eager to accompany me.
As we walked, Lila’s voice was a constant stream of excitement and dreams. She’s always been a dreamer and I hope no one ever c
