Lila’s POV
“Little Lila,” Oscar’s sing-song voice drifted through the trees. “It’s the big bad wolf. Come out, come out, or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your little house down.”
I burst out of the cabin, launching myself into his arms with a grin. It felt good—so good—to be able to hug my friends again without worrying about who might see. Just being myself, with someone who knew every version of me, was a relief I hadn’t realised I was craving.
“I couldn’t wait for Henry to come see this place too,” I said, already buzzing.
Oscar held me at arm’s length, his brow raised. “Lila... what have you done?”
“What?” I asked, confused by his tone.
“You sent a maid to find me. Told her to say it was urgent. Then summoned me to a secret cottage in the middle of the woods. I swear to y
