Forty Seven.

The full moon gave the hall Isabella paced about in some sort of glowing color. The chandeliers igniting different colors added to the glow, making the room look like a glowing constellation of some sort. An atmosphere that was enough to soothe the heart of whoever stood among the magic… Except that it did nothing to make Isabella feel at peace or even relieve her anger.

When Victoria started crying, she went to the baby stroller where she placed them and pressed a button there. The button brought some nursery rhythm to life and the baby began to laugh softly to the music. Isabella on the other hand resumed her impatient pacing.

Yes, she was angry. Not just mildly angry but very angry. Ever since she and the babies moved in about a week and some days ago, she and Seth had come to a kind of truce to ensure that peace reigned between them. In lieu of that, they made some sort of promise to each other that they would share the house chores since Rita went to visit one of her children on