Sophia turned toward Maya and inquired, “So, Clara, might I pose a question to you?”

Maya exploded with giggles. “Since when have you begun speaking so formally?” she exclaimed. “What is the matter? Are you coming down with something?”

Sophia exhaled deeply, pretending to look dejected. “I simply do not comprehend you or Dad. Every time I attempt politeness, it somehow turns into an issue.”

“Enough with the theatrics,” Maya chuckled. “Go ahead and ask whatever you wish to know.”

A grin tugged at Sophia’s lips as she leaned closer, shifting her seat to ensure Maya caught every word. “Is there any chance you believe Julian has suffered a romantic...