“Adalyn, I swear on all my magic, if you come down in anything inappropriate, I’m locking up your magic until the wedding.”
“Not much of a threat, considering it’s in a day!” I holler down the stairs. I know she hears me through the echoing halls because her response is a knowing grunt, loud enough for me to catch it.
I roll my eyes, twisting away from my door, and head to the large closet filled to the brim with choices. Mom will want me in a dress because, somehow, wearing one gives the impression of being proper. In Mom’s mind, being in charge of Fortuna is the equivalent of being a queen. If she could have, I’m positive she would have signed me up for princess lessons as a child.
Instead of choosing what my mother would want me to wear, I pull on a pair of jeans and a plain tee, sim
