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Belle said quickly, forcing a calm smile.
“It’s just a bug bite.”
Neo, however, was now staring with quiet curiosity, clearly unconvinced.
Ethan cleared his throat, unusually still. Belle internally sighed.
Concealer. She needed concealer.
It had become a permanent fixture in her bag ever since she got together with Ethan—something Cassey had once advised her about with a knowing smile. Over time, she had accumulated more than enough to handle mornings like this.
Unfortunately, she had not anticipated being ambushed at sunrise by an observant toddler.