Chapter 211

Isla’s pov

“I don’t like oysters,” I said, my voice barely carrying over the sound of the waves.

I gently pushed away Sienna’s hand as she tried to offer me a shell that looked far too much like a piece of wet stone for my liking.

Sienna’s eyes widened. She gaped at me as if I’d suddenly started speaking a dead language.

“Really?” she asked, her hand frozen in mid-air. “How can you not like them?