Princess
Mia
The morning light poured through the high windows of the royal suite like liquid gold, catching on dust motes that danced lazily in the air. The whole palace was a storm of motion and laughter, but here, in Daisy’s chamber, chaos had learned to wear perfume and silk.
Dozens of gowns hung along the walls, cascading like waterfalls of satin, silk and lace. The scent of roses, jasmine, and powdered sugar floated thickly, mixed with the nervous giggles of the young women bustling around. Every few seconds, a new sound filled the room, scissors snipping ribbon, laughter spilling over makeup tables, the rustle of tulle and chiffon as someone turned too fast.
And in the middle of it all stood Daisy.
“Hold still,” I murmured, trying to fasten the last of her pearl buttons before
