Chapter 290

LYDIA'S POV

"Mommy, hold still! You're making the tiara crooked.” Hazel’s tiny voice echoed in the room and I smiled. It was amazing how fast she was growing up and how I was proud to be her mother.

I giggled, sitting cross-legged on the plush white rug in the middle of Hazel’s bedroom while my six-year-old daughter carefully adjusted a shiny plastic pink tiara onto my head.

"I'm sorry, princess,"