74- Day 3:

Third person pov:

Hazel James was standing on the vast balcony of her wing. Her flaming red hair which was no more tied in a bun was flowing back with the cold breeze.

Behind her, a maid had just placed a tea tray on the oval wooden table. That tea was forgotten because the view before her was something she did not want to miss.

Alessandra was walking slowly by pushing the walker while Noah was helping her by snaking his arm around her waist. Her son was a very impatient man and she used to get worried about how he would treat his mate.

Ezequiel always used to tell her that she did an exceptional job in the upbringing of their kids. Today she was so proud of her son. And that reminded her of Talia.

A sad smile touched her lips making them quiver.

“Don’t, Zella!” She did not know when Ezequiel came and stood behind her, “I know you want to cry but this is not the time, sweetheart.” Without looking back, she leaned into the strong chest of her husband. He immediately wrapped his arms ar