Twenty minutes later, I’m anxiously pacing back and forth in my room when a knock comes at the main door. I laugh a little, darting over to it, glad it’s this door and not the private one leading to the Royal passages.
I whip the door open and give a little squeal of joy to see Margot standing there, a bunch of papers under her arm, a bottle of red wine dangling from her hand.
“Readyyy?” Margot asks, lifting the bottle with a wink.
“Margot!” I say, laughing and reaching for her, pulling her into the room. “You didn’t have to bring anything – obviously, I have wine here.”
“Oh god, Ev,” she says, laughing a little. “Not nearly enough for what I’ve got to show you.”
“Really?” I gasp, reaching for the papers. “What is there –“
“Ah ah!” she says, turning half away with a smirk so I can’t
