An identical pair of glowing green eyes met hers, and the next moment, Maleficent found herself engulfed in a bone-crushing hug from her father, who lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all.
An oomph sound escaped her unbrushed lips, and she immediately shut her mouth, self-conscious in front of her father.
Cent was about to speak—wanting to mention breakfast and the fangirling zombie behind her—when Gukasho interrupted their mini-reunion with a deliberate cough. “Your Grace, I believe it is best to greet the headmaster and allow Lady Maleficent to change her clothes.” His fist-sized eyes scanned Maleficent from head to toe, then shifted his judgmental gaze to her father. Her father followed suit, eyeing her hobo pajamas, and she almost winced from embarrassment.
“Hmm. Yes, I’d bette
