Sorscha grimaces. “It’s a monstrosity.”
“Which is why I need to see it on you,” Mar begs. “It’s a matter of life and death. Please. It will prove my theory that you can make even the most hideous fashions look court-worthy.”
Sorscha begrudgingly snatches up the garment and slips behind the changing panel. Cece picks up right where she left off.
“It was awfully heroic of him to aid in your rescue. Although surely Zadyn had the situation under control.”
Another shot fired.
“I owe both of them my life.” I’m not letting her rile me. Not tonight. “Mar too.”
“And Dover and Kai. It must have been thrilling for you.”
“What?”
“Having every male in the kingdom clambering to save you.”
“I assure you it was anything but glamorous.”
“That doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it.”
“Cece,” Mar warns.
I lower my voice, leaning across the table so the bitch can hear every word crystal clear.
“Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Kai get the shit kicked out of him while I was wasting away inside of a prison cell wondering if everyone I loved was already dead. It was a real riot.”
A hollow laugh slips past her painted lips.
“Perhaps I was wrong before.” Cece presses closer, emerald eyes prowling. “Maybe Jace holds no interest in frills and lace. Perhaps he prefers calloused hands and fighting leathers. Maybe he’s a fan of fire.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I grit, seconds from losing my cool.
“No?”
“What exactly are you implying?”
“Nothing everyone hasn’t already considered.”
“Enough,” Mar hisses as Sorscha appears in the ugliest outfit I have ever seen. She does a twirl and holds up her hands.
“Are you pleased?”
“Oh, they should paint your portrait in that!” Mar cackles, clapping her hands. Even Cece and I pause our little standoff to laugh.
We continue to drink as Mar forces Sorscha to try on the rest of the trunk’s contents. She finally emerges dressed in one of her signature pink gowns and tosses the last of the garments back into the trunk with a sigh.
“All this for a wedding.”
“It’s going to be beautiful,” Mar assures her.
“I suppose.” She sounds utterly unconvinced, her voice vacant.
“Let’s make a toast.”
Phew, Mar to the rescue.
She pours some champagne and passes it around to us. “To our darling Sorscha and Jace. Long may you reign.”
