Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN

—Mabel—

The room fell silent.

Damian stopped building his tower of toast. Eloise froze with her cup halfway to her lips.

Three pairs of blue eyes settled on me, waiting.

I forced a smile.

“Oh, honey. You'll meet him soon.”

“When?” Eloise asked.

Mrs. Chukwuemeka and I exchanged glances. S...

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