Hazel found herself standing in the garden, her hair dancing in the wind as she gazed out. The moonlight cast a silver glow on her figure, and the scent of blooming roses wafted that she with her mother had planted very delicately. Impatiently shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Each passing minute felt like an eternity. She could feel her heartbeat, the anticipation gnawing at her insides. Why is it taking so long?''

"How much longer?" she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with frustration. "I can't stand this waiting."