*Madelyn*
I don't recall inviting the Princess to dinner, yet here we all are, sitting at the dining table while soup, pork cutlets, and garnished brussels sprouts are served as though the guests had been anticipated.
It occurs to me that the Princess must have seen to matters regarding the cuisine while everyone else was in Bryant's bedchamber.
It's not the room I would have chosen. I think the light in the salon with its floor-to-ceiling windows is better, but Leo… while I'm uncomfortable referring to him so intimately, he insists it's the only name he possesses… had assured me that the bedchamber was the only room that would do.
I had stared at that massive bed, which obviously had been crafted especially for Bryant's size, and wonder how many she-wolves has shared it with him.
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