“Very special,” Poppy Loudon agreed. She had a much harsher Eastern European accent than Camilla’s. “Being a year old is when you really start listening, don’t you think? When you begin hearing the music all around you.” “Good lord,” Sterling groaned, pouring himself another drink, “that’s twee.” The gymnast waved him away. “You always act like sentimentality is some mortal sin. There’s nothing wrong with twee!”
