Beckett's POV
‘And that’s it! Time is up!’ Fallon announces loudly, clapping his hands together.
I step back, surveying our tree, it does look amazing, a thin sliver of pride flickers through me as I glance down at Callie, who is practically vibrating with excitement.
'Right, let's have a proper look at what everyone's created!' Fallon says, striding toward the first tree with a producer trailing behind, camera swinging to follow.
He stops in front of Sicily and Everett's tree first, studying it with obvious interest. 'Well, this is lovely . . . delicate, restrained. Ayla, what do you think of your tree?'
Ayla, tucked close against Sicily's side, glances up shyly. 'I like the little bells,' she says quietly.
'Very nice choice,' Fallon says warmly, before glancing toward Everett. 'And
