LYRA’S POV.

“Did the triplets ask you to cut your hair?” Michelle asked, wrinkling her nose like the thought physically offended her. She didn’t try to hide the discomfort in her voice.

But I was too happy to care. My father smiled at me. A real smile. I could still feel it warming my chest. He even teased me, goddess I must have done something good in my past life. Maybe he’s finally liking me, I’ve been good. He doesn’t know I’m still talking to the triplets.

If it means ...