AMARA

Thalia and I are getting our hair done in preparation for tomorrow's meeting, she went first and immediately buried her nose in a gossip magazine. I'm checking my hairstyle when a familiar face pops up behind me in the mirror.

“Nova!” I call out, whirling around. My squeal alerts Thalia too.

Nova smiles, waving at me while the little girls with her squeal. “Hi, Amara.”

“Auntie Thalia Rose!” both girls scream, running to meet her.

“hi, darlings,” Thalia matches their ...