Chapter 258 Not Prying

• Faye
• “Oh, Faye, this is beautiful,” Emory says as she walks around the wide room on the second floor of the newly constructed manor. She runs her fingers over the pale blue and pink floral wallpaper and white trim, her jade eyes sparkling as she takes in the lace curtains and soft cream carpet. “I love it. What a dream!”
• “I’m sure the twins will sleep in their own beds one day,” I giggle, adjusting Emma’s weight in my arms. Time feels like it’s moving so quickly lately. The twins are nearly a month old now and growing fast but still prefer to stay up all night, cradled in our arms rather than resting in their cribs. Still, the nursery is just… perfect. Everything I imagined it would be. A mural of the stars and moon is brushed across the vaulted ceiling, casting the room in a sleepy vibe that makes even me want to sit down in the rocking chair and close my eyes.