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Brin gasped when she saw me. “Oh, it’s incredible. You must wear this to the ball.” I smoothed my hands down the skirts. “I’ve never worn something so fine in my life.” “Do you like it?” In this gown I looked like a princess, like the kind of girl who belonged with Auric in the palace. “Yes, I love it. I’m just not sure I should be the one wearing it.” “Nonsense. We’ll take both gowns,” Brin told Dumond. “Although she’ll wear this one to the ball.” He nodded. “Perfect. Let me make a few slight alterations and then we’ll send them to the palace.” As he began sticking the dress with pins, I said, “Everyone is going to notice me in this dress.” “Good,” Brin said. “You have the love of a prince. Why hide it?” I couldn’t help but smile. “I suppose.” While Dumond continued tacking the d
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