Elodie’s POV
I stand in front of the small mirror in our cabin, turning sideways slightly to check the fall of the dress I've chosen, a deep green, simple but elegant, one of the few genuinely nice things I packed for this trip in the vague hope that some evening might call for it.
'You look pretty, Mummy,' Callie says, perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed in her own party outfit, a red velvet dress with a slightly lopsided bow that she insisted on tying herself.
'Thank you, baby,' I say, smoothing the fabric one final time before turning my attention to my hair, still deciding whether to leave it loose or attempt something more polished.
'Ayla says there's going to be a chocolate fountain,' Callie continues, swinging her legs from the edge of the bed. 'And face painting. An
