*Rapunzel*
I dream about dancing with Horace. We're sweeping through a ballroom in larger and larger circles, in perfect step together. And then I stop in the middle of a twirl, pull his head to mine, kiss him.
And I wake up feeling happy. It turns out I've slept through breakfast, so I practice for a few hours until it's time for lunch. When I make my way downstairs, I find Layla seated in the dining room, looking rather the worse for wear, but more cheerful than she has been in some time.
"Darling!" she cries. "Do join me. Jonas will be here presently."
"I don't want any details," I state, rounding the table.
"As if I would do something so uncouth," Layla responds, waving her hand, and then dropping it onto her forehead with a muffled groan. "I have a terrible head, darling. You can
