Lilia POV

TEN DAYS LATER

Lilia stretched lazily and luxuriously and awoke under the huge scarlet and purple copper beech close to Cresta House. Its branches looked like violet and red plumes. Butterflies danced in its shade. The grass felt like the finest carpet beneath her, and the sounds and smells of nature washed over her, as well as her child.

Could she feel the little one or little ones in her womb responding to the beauty around it? She did ...