Elodie’s POV
My eyes widen as I realise what I’ve just said, my gaze flicking instantly to Callie, who is thankfully too busy explaining the importance of strawberries to Ayla to have heard me.
'Oh . . . that’s nice, is he in Callie's life, or . . .' Sicily stumbles slightly, colour rising in her cheeks as she spots my expression and realises what she's asking. 'Sorry, that's not . . . forget I said that. It's really none of my business.'
'It's fine,' I say, offering a small, reassuring smile, though I don't elaborate further, and thankfully, mercifully, Lena chooses that exact moment to launch into some story about the previous night's entertainment, filling the silence before it can stretch too far, and Sicily's shoulders visibly relax at the rescue.
Lena's story about the previous n
