Aurora stared at Ava, her wide eyes tracking every movement with quiet curiosity and a spark of mischief.
Ava, however, remained unaware of the little girl’s scrutiny as she stirred the contents in the pan over the stove.
“I hope you like it, Aurora,” Ava said, casting her a quick glance and flashing a cheery smile.
But Aurora folded her arms across her small chest, her expression growing serious. “Are you really not going to talk about it?”
Ava turned, puzzled by the sudden shift. “Talk about what, dear?”
“Zac. My uncle,” Aurora replied plainly, her tone light but expectant.
Ava’s lips tugged into a small smile. “What do you want me to say about him?”
“Do you like him?” the girl asked in a hushed voice, tilting her head slightly and batting her lashes.
Ava smoothed her hair nervou
