Ella POV:
Great, I thought as I caught sight of the three stooges staring at me from across the diner. There they were, Jason, Max, and Dylan, lined up like some kind of boyband with matching expressions of suspicion and surprise. It was almost impressive how synchronized their reactions were—like they'd just witnessed me commit a terrible crime, maybe even murder a puppy or something equally unforgivable.
Seriously, could a girl not even have a simple conversation with her godfather without triggering an inquisition?
I tried my best to play it cool, as if I hadn't just been caught red-handed in some non-existent scandal. I ignored the trio's gawking, gave a polite nod to the next customer who came up to the counter, and forced myself to look busy by rearranging menus that were already perfectly organized. But I could still feel their eyes on me, practically burning holes into the back of my head.
