HAZEL’S POV
True to her word, Josephine took me to my cottage after I was done eating.
The cottage was not very big but it was bigger and better than anything I had ever lived in.
I had a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room and even a kitchen. It was also beautifully decorated.
The walls of my bedroom were painted a light blue, there was a small bed that had been dressed properly with navy blue sheets and a matching duvet, and there was a wardrobe and a side table.
The last time I had been in a room that looked like this had been at my family house when my parents were still alive.
“That’s my place right over there. You can come over whenever you like.” She said pointing to the cottage opposite mine.
“Thank you,” I said with a small smile.
“You are welcome.
The one adjacent to
