Elodie's POV
'Right, everyone!' Fallon claps his hands together as we turn toward him. ‘If you are all done with your breakfast, please! Follow me!’
We all push to our feet, and I take Callie’s hand, studiously looking straight ahead and not toward the gaze of a certain someone who has just entered the dining room, having missed breakfast entirely, it seems.
We file up to the main deck, a row of small, curious-looking props already arranged on a table before him, a miniature guitar case, a battered top hat, a magician's box, a tiny drum, a sequined mask. 'Today, we're doing something a little different. Tonight, live to our viewers, you'll each be performing a talent!'
A ripple of surprised murmuring goes through the group.
'A talent,' Lena repeats, glancing sideways at me. 'What kind
