#Chapter 253: The Right Flavor

Hannah The farmer’s market bustled with activity, the air filled with the scent of fresh produce and baked goods. I pushed Melody’s stroller into the throng, my heart pounding for a reason other than simple lovesick excitement. Today was the day. I was finally going to tell Noah the truth about my rebirth, just as I had promised Viona. As I approached our meeting spot, my guards lingering in the crowd, I saw him waiting, looking impossibly handsome in a cream sweater with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets. When he spotted us, his face lit up with a smile that made my knees weak. “Hannah,” he said warmly, leaning in to kiss my cheek. The brief contact nearly made me collapse with ecstasy, his lips soft and warm against my skin. Then he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to Melody’s forehead, and I had to grip the stroller to stay upright. “There are my girls…” My girls… I had to remind myself to breathe as Noah straightened up, pulling his shoulders