Nora's POV
"Hey there, sweetie!" I croon, stepping around the candy table. Elodie waddles toward me on unsteady legs, her tiny arms reaching up.
She actually remembers who I am, and damn, if anything could make my heart swell tonight, it's seeing my niece light up when she spots me. "Look at this adorable little witch!"
Elodie wraps her small arms around me in the sweetest baby embrace, and I scoop her up. "This is my niece, Elodie," I announce to Vivien. "She was our flower girl at the wedding. Just look at that precious witch costume!"
I'm not broadcasting these details solely to irritate Phoenix. I'm not making these pointed comments just to get under his skin. I'm definitely not trying to rub salt in old wounds by mentioning our wedding in front of him. Who am I kidding? That's exactly what I'm doing.
