Claudette’s POV “Good morning, sleepyhead! How did you sleep?” I hear my mother ask as I enter the kitchen. I shrug. I feel like I was half asleep, half awake all night. Where’s Kamila? I sent her over to the packhouse. She was impatiently waiting for you to get up, and I thought I would let you sleep in. You looked like you needed your beauty rest. She giggles. I shake my head and smile. I don’t know if I will ever get used to this side of my mother. So, are we the only ones here? “Yes, for tonight, we will get ready over at the packhouse. I have everything set up on the third floor next to your father's office. But you don’t need to rush over there right now. You will have plenty of time, and I made sure that we will all have help to look our best tonight!” she says. Mom, can I

