Chapter Thirty-Six
“Can you do this?” Adaline asked
Samara peered over the kitchen counter. Adaline was running her hands over her long, wavy hair. Flowers appeared between the thick strands. She pulled back and grinned when Adalard was silent for a moment. Adalard had been their daughter’s captive audience for the past hour, and Adaline was relishing being able to show off her talents.
Her worry about Adaline accepting Adalard’s return slowly dissolved as Adaline’s natural curiosity overcame her fear. It was also a brilliant move on Adalard’s part to introduce their daughter to her grandmother. Narissa’s immediate acceptance of Adaline soothed not only Adaline, but Samara’s worries as well.
“Instead of decorating my hair, I prefer to give flowers to your mother,” Adalard said, creatin
