Aira’s POV
“Your Majesty, on the matter of the napkins—” The decorator pulled out some fabric swatches and spread them across her rather thick binder.
“Oh,” Mother said. She looked at me. “Knox liked the gold. What do you think?”
“Knox?” I asked. “My Knox?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “What other Knox would I be speaking about? I asked him specifically about this, and he chose the gold.”
I had to say something else because my mouth was hanging open. “He chose the gold?”
“Well, yes.”
I looked at my sisters and instantly wished I hadn’t, because they were both ready to laugh as well. “Knox had an opinion about napkins?”
At that, Blanche let out a giggle, though she quickly stifled it.
“He did,” Mother confirmed. “I spoke with him the other day. I admit, he was probably distracted. I
