Chapter 80 Preparations
- My gaze drifts over the delicately arranged furniture in the nursery, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the crib’s wooden frame. I inhale deeply, the soft scent of lavender and freshly laundered baby clothes filling my lungs.
- I look over at both Lukas and Alinn, a proud look on their faces.
- “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Alinn asks.