"Now, tell me your names," Theo said gently, breaking the tension with his simple request.
The two young women stepped forward, their cheeks still flushed. The first, with long, chestnut hair and shy eyes, whispered her name. "I am Una."
The second, with hair the color of fresh wheat and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose, spoke up next. "And I am her sister, Aria."
The third girl, standing slightly apart from the others, remained quiet, her eyes downcast. Theo felt his gaze drawn to her, noticing the way she clutched at the edge of her simple dress, her knuckles white with nerves.
"And what's your name, Dear?" he asked, his voice gentle and soothing, hoping to put her at ease.
The quiet girl looked up at him, her eyes a storm of emotions. "Calla," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire.
"It's a beautiful name," Theo said, his voice warm and sincere. "In my world Calla mean beautiful."
