Tanya’s POVI silently watch Caspian stride towards me, the smile on his face growing broader with each step. In midst of my confusion, I find Lisa has come up beside me, offering to take Claire home. Something in her gaze tells me that she knows what’s going on. But fails to articulate. Instead, I nod whilst still firmly confused, allowing her to take my daughter back to the house so she can get some sleep.When Caspian approaches, I can take a closer look at the flowers in his hands. Fresh red roses bunched together in a beautiful bouquet. But as the fireworks continue to sparkle and explode up in the sky, the mood of the atmosphere dawns on me.“Tanya…” says Caspian, a sweetness encompassing his tone.“Ever since the day you won the perfume competition, and protected the Blue Moon Tree from a terrible fate. From that moment on, I fell deeply in love with you,” he says as his eyes shimmer with a strang

Tanya’s POVI force myself to maintain composure despite the pain and anguish that writhe inside of me like a furious monster eating my insides. “Um, thanks. Thank you doctor for letting me know.”The doctor tries to show some sympathy, but I understand he has other patients and family members to deliver similar bad news to. Plus. I don’t want sympathy. I couldn’t take it, cause if I did, I would’ve crumpled down right then and there.So, I focus on work, pulling myself together and submerging myself in helping other patients at the hospital. But I’m only further surrounded by more pain and suffering as the patients keep trickling in, some sicker than others.However, despite the bleakness of the situation, the atmosphere within the hospital remains warm. There was a reason I chose to stay in the Blue Moon Pack. And I can’t help but compare it to the capital and the palace. No matter how beautiful a

Tanya’s POVI’m tremendously relieved to see Marco, although I’m ever aware of the sweat that douses his body, and the tired look in his eyes. But he remains strong, handing me the ingredient with confidence. He has fulfilled his end of the task, now it is time for me to complete mine.I take another glance at the notebook situated on the table, ensuring I have followed every step, including dripping in my blood, before reaching the stage that describes how to use the ghost orchid. I cut off the leaves, petals and stem and grind the rest into a powdery substance, before sprinkling it into my solution.I watch in anticipation. At first the solution remains murky to my disappointment, swirling in a dark grey to purplish hue, leaving my heart to hammer against my chest in growing worried. But eventually, the solution swirls into a clear state, reflecting my eyes that sparkle with excitement as I release a breath of relief. We did it!

Tanya’s POVMy skin can’t help but tingle to Marco’s touch, and I wonder why Marco chooses to brush my hair away from my neck. Was there something wrong with it?“Were you able to get it?” I ask.“Yeah, it’s zipped up,” he replies, and upon feeling the dress is now secured, I turn round to face him. It feels strange to be in the wedding gown, and I try to hide the insecurity from the dress that shows off my small curves and cups my breasts nicely.“Do I- do I look okay?” I can’t help but ask. Marco physically takes a step back, taking in all the fine details of my gown, before returning to gaze into my eyes.“I think you look beautiful,” I can’t help the light flush that I feel rise upon my cheeks in reaction to his words. However, I still wonder if something is on his mind, and Marco seems somewhat preoccupied with his thoughts.Despite my assumptio

Third POVThe sound of the ring catches the attention of both Marco and Tanya, and their heads snap down to look at it. It sits eerily amongst the grass, the glint of its silver plating calling for attention. Tanya goes to pick it up hurriedly, but Marco is quicker, snatching it up in his grasp. There’s a discernable frown on his lips as he stares at it with intensity, and hidden disbelief.The cobalt daggers that are his eyes, flit back and forth between Tanya and the piece of jewelry in his hand. This is far from what Marco expected, unable to understand why she would keep the ring with her for all these years. Couple of seconds pass by and Marco’s expression still doesn’t ease up. Finally, without another word, Marco takes both her ring, and her ruby necklace and storms off, leaving Tanya in the rain to drown in her own thoughts.Marco returns home, and throughout his entire nighttime routine, he is consistently thinking about Tanya