Anaisa struggled to contain Sapphira's excitement.
"It was only a dream," She reminded the girl once again. "This man isn't real."
"Of course he's real." The princess gushed. "I know it. I know I'm going to meet him at the ball, and we're going to fall madly in love!"
"Your attitude was very different about this matter yesterday," Anaisa tried a different angle and just missed the sound of the door opening, "The chances for a happy marriage to a stranger are practically impossible!"
The door shut, and she jumped, looking over to where Trace was standing with the breakfast tray he'd obviously just received from a servant. His gaze was pained. It made her want to swallow her words. Take them back.
She'd said practically impossible, not actually impossible!
"I know, I know, I know all that Annie," Sapphira threw her hands up, "but I can't stop believing in him now."
