When I woke up this morning, the last thing I expected to happen today was to get an invitation to the Starfall celebration at the House of Wind. From Prince Rean himself, no less. I did not expect to do anything but cut cake after tedious cake until I could stop and watch what I could of Starfall from my bedroom window. I certainly did not expect to be flirted with by a prince.
I should really start setting my expectations higher.
Because here I am, dusting off the only gown I’ve ever owned, and stressing about how I’m going to fix my hair. Because I’m going to the House of Wind. With Prince Rean. My heart flutters even just thinking about him, with his mussed hair and flustered small talk, so un-prince like and yet still so charming.