Kat informed Penelope and Cora that they were expected to dine with the royal family that night, and Cora found herself actually looking over the gowns she had been given with more interest than before.
Penelope watched with a knot in her stomach as her daughter fussed over her own hair and kept checking herself in the mirror. She hadn't seen her like this since she had a crush on a kid named Sawyer during her freshman year of high school.
"Are you sure it's Grayson, Cora?" Penelope had asked her while they were still out staring at the ten acres of Cora's east lawn.
"That's the only thing that makes sense," Cora had answered, a dreamy look in her eyes. "He is the one who arranged this space for me," she smiled then. "It certainly wasn't Ambrosia's idea. Or Rayth's," she scoffed.
