June glanced between her daughter and the younger man, lips pursed a bit. "So how did you two meet?"
Christine nearly dropped her fork, eyes darting over to her mother to give her a warning glare. "Mom."
"I'm just asking," June insisted, holding her hands palm up in front of her in a defensive gesture. "You've barely told us anything about him, Christine."
"For a reason," she muttered under breath, though she knew the woman heard her.
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Felix paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he set it down and turned his head to look at Christine, his expression nearly making her gulp. "You didn't tell them?" His gaze was pointed, his mouth pulling into a thin line.
She shook her head, her hand clasping together tightly under the table. She knew the hidden meaning behind his words, what he was actually asking her.
You didn't tell them about the Circus?