Waving at both the Queen and Cassian, I spoke warmly, trying to hide the nervous wobble in my smile.
“Good night, Mama Solimar, and Prince Cassian. I will see you all tomorrow.”
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, I slowly turned toward the room—and immediately remembered Cassian kissing my forehead.
My. Forehead.
My face went hot enough to fry an egg.
‘He is smitten by your thoughtfulness! I had no idea your dumb brain could enchant others at the same time!’
Rose’s teasing came like a slap made of glitter and bullying.
“Wow,” I muttered to myself, cheeks burning. “Love that for me.”
Trying desperately to ignore my melting dignity, I walked toward the trunks that held my clothes. When I opened them, I was greeted by exactly what I expected: call-the-fashion-police levels
