"Love is the magician that pulls
man out of his own hat."
-Ben Hecht
Grace Roberts' PoV:
The hairbrush got knocked off the dressing table as I rushed past it. My trailing dress was had made quite a few things fall.
"Miss Grace, do you need help with anything?" Came Penny's voice from across the door.
I rushed towards the door almost knocking myself too. "Ouch." I winced when my foot collided with the corner of the bed.
I should've cleaned the room before getting ready. It's another one of those clumsy days.
Ignoring the sharp pain erupting in the pinky finger of my foot, I ran towards the door somehow managing to balance wearing a 4-inch heel.
"Hey Penny, I'm almost ready. Just need to grab a few things." I said pulling the door open and grabbing my purse.
I turned to throw a loo
