11. Forest's Whispers

|| Lilac’s POV ||

The house was in chaos.

Flowers everywhere, servants scrambling, and my mother’s voice cutting through it all like a drill sergeant’s. “Lilac, sweetpea—ivory or gold? The emeralds or the diamonds? And the shoes, we can’t forget the shoes!”

I swallowed back the urge to scream. “W...

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