Vienna felt alive again. As crazy as it may seem, she felt like she had picked up the thread of her real life. She drained the tub and grabbed her fluffy towel. Her bed, the prince, a meal-- it sounded positively luxurious. She knew Damien was waiting for her.
Suddenly, she could not dry her hair fast enough...
Mistress Deborah had quickly worked her magic. Another pair of pajamas -- flannel pajamas, was laid out on her bed, as was a tray with Fettuccine Alfredo, and a rather large glass of red wine.
She sniffed the goblet. "Is this safe?"
"Yes." Damien sat in a chair next to the fire. "I took it straight from the wine cellar before my mother could lay her hand on it."
"Speaking of your mother..."
Damien interrupted her. "Yes, there is much to talk about. But get dressed and eat som
