APRIL
"Oh my god!" I was spiraling. Fully, completely spiraling. "Edward! You threw a party in my honor and forgot to tell me in time to get a dress?!"
I was pacing in front of the mirror like a madwoman, hair flopping into my face, arms flailing. "I can't just show up in jeans! I know I hate dresses but this is a royal thing, right?! There's probably going to be glittering vampires with their expensive silks and—oh God, I'll look like a peasant!"
"Love," Edward's amused voice drifted from the bed, thick with that lazy calm of someone entirely too unbothered, "Breathe. It's not an official coronation or anything—just a small gathering. Council members, family, a few high-ranking allies. Nothing to panic over."
"Calm down?!" I whipped around, eyes wide. He was lying back like the unbot
