Evelisse blinked at Marta like she'd just been told a dragon was dancing on the roof.
Marta beamed, dabbing a soft towel over Evelisse's shoulder. "Yes, Princess. All seven of them were in the East Garden kitchen before sunrise. The kitchen staff looked frightened. But excited!"
Steam still lingered from her citrus-scented bath, curling lazily in the morning light.
Evelisse groaned. "Excited or traumatized?"
"Hard to say, really. Your brother Prince Jared had flour on his eyelashes."
Fluffy floated by the mirror with a dramatic sigh. "This should be a performance worth witnessing. Should I bring popcorn?"
"They insisted," Marta said with a twinkle in her eye. "All seven of your brothers. Something about honoring the puppy's Big Day."
Fluffy popped into view just above Evelisse's damp curls, tail flicking. "There's a non-zero chance your food will be hexed, charred, or both."
