PREPARATIONSThe Pierre Hotel, New York
Morgan felt minuscule as she sat on a sofa by the large twenty-foot high arched window that filled the room with twilight. She’d read somewhere that the windows of the penthouse were replicas of the cathedral windows in the Versailles chapel. The place was fit for royalty, although she wasn’t even sure that there were any royals left who could afford such a lavish home.
Morgan was watching the girls get ready for the ball in one of the many bedrooms of the penthouse. Scout and Quinn sat on a bed so large that it could easily sleep an entire family and their pets. Morgan observed the expressions of the two young warriors with amusement. They focused on the task as if they were playing a game of chess. Occasionally, Quinn would shoot her a glance, ask
