Liam was sitting on the edge of his bed when I came to his bedroom. His lips curved a melancholy smile as he looked at me. I sat beside him on the bed and checked on his face.
“Maxon’s really mad at me,” he said, looking at himself in the mirror.
I pursed my lips and flickered my eyes on the cut on his lips. “Let me see it, Liam,” He turned to me to look closer, and he winced when I touched it.
“Are the kids ready?” he asked as he fixed the tie on his dress suit.
“Yes,” I answered as my fingers grazed on his cut, healing it instantly. “And like what you said, they’re all wearing white.”
He touched his lips. “Did you just -” I smiled, nodding my head to answer his question.
“The children are in her room, adorning her bed with flowers Anton, Nina, and Maxon got from your garden,” I
