"Calliope. Hurm... do you know what's the meaning behind your name?"
Calix raised his brows, tugging his lips upward into a smile. The light in his eyes softened as he continued staring at the little girl in the mint-colored dress.
Calliope's adorableness couldn't be compared to the photo. Her soft facial features reminded Calix of his only niece Amelia despite already seeing other children before.
Maybe he was affected by Leslie's inclination to find Calliope. Calix couldn't help but want to give the little one the same special treatment he gave to Amelia.
Blinking her round eyes, Calliope wondered why this unfamiliar uncle suddenly brought up the meaning of her name. Her confusion was quickly replaced with a beaming smile.
"Handsome Uncle, do you think Poppy, I, don't know my own name?" Calliope grinned mischievously with one hand pointing to herself, "Granny said Calliope means beautiful-voiced."
