Chapter 92: Love and Marriage

Moana

The children quickly forgot about the emotional moment between Edrick and I by the time they finished their ice cream, and we left the ice cream parlor to make our way back to the orphanage.

By the time we made it back to the orphanage, the sun was already beginning to set. Ella would have her werewolf training in the morning, so we needed to get home in time for dinner and bedtime. As Ella said her goodbyes to her friends in the foyer, Edrick and I stood patiently by the door.

Finally, when Ella had hugged all of her new friends as though she would never see them again, I gave Sophia my last goodbye and we began to head out.

“Wait! Moana! Mr. Morgan!” Clara’s little voice called out, causing us to stop in our tracks. “I have a question!”

“What is it, Clara?” I asked, feeling a smirk spread across my face at the little girl’s urgent demeanor.

reached out and spun Clara back around to face us. Her face was red from embarrassment. “We want

did Edrick beside

ask such personal questions,” Sophia said, shooting me an apologetic glance as

Sorry, Moana and Mr. Morgan,”

I felt bad for not being able to explain anything more, but it wasn’t entirely my call. Edrick’s silence told me that he wasn’t ready to talk

“Okay.”

Ella and I returned to the car where the driver was waiting. Edrick opened the door for Ella and myself, and while

from her exciting day to say much, and instead swung her legs happily in her seat as she played with the wooden puzzle that I kept in my purse to keep her busy during car rides. Meanwhile, Edrick stared quietly out the window without so much as turning even once to look back at me. I could tell that Clara’s question took him just as

door click shut, but kept my chin up for Ella and helped Selina and the maids prepare dinner. Ella was thankfully just too preoccupied with her exciting day to notice her

I was just as lonely as Edrick was. Meanwhile, he was having one night

bit of a ritual at this point for us to sit in front of her mirror at night while I brushed her hair one hundred times and

about her exciting day, but she didn’t. Much to my surprise, she was mostly quiet while I brushed and braided her hair. I figured that she

Moana?” she said, just as I

little handmade stuffed duck that I’d purchased for her at the farmers’ market all those weeks

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