WILLOW
“You hired a carriage for tonight?” I exclaim, gleefully. Later tonight, I’ll relieve this moment, and cringe for acting like such a fangirl. But right now, I don’t care about what I say or how I act. There’s an actual carriage parked in front of my building and it looks like something out of a fairytale book.
“You like it?” Cary beams, taking the smile on my face as his answer. “Helen said you’ll be wearing a princess-like dress tonight. And I wanted to give you a ride worthy of a princess.”
“Oh my gosh. That’s such a corny thing to say dad.” I giggle. “You were right in getting a carriage. I totally love it.”
“You know,” he muses teasingly. “It’s quite a surprise that you’d be into this stuff.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, you’re usually giving me hell for being outland
