“He’s the same Spencer he’s always been,” Bo points out. “Just be yourself, because that’s why he’s here. For you.”
“Have you seen him?” I ask.
Bo shakes his head. “They won’t let me near him. Why?”
“I just wanted to know if that was something he told you to say to me.”
He sets Tema down, and shoos her away before he steps into my room. Clothes are strewn all over the place, with a rack brought in to house my collection of dresses.
Grayson was true to his word, and the wedding dress I wore yesterday hangs beside the navy dress from the first night.
I wish I could wear one of the ball gowns today, hiding inside the silk and sequins like it was my armour.
“Lyra,” Bo orders and I slowly raise my eyes to Bo. “You’re the princess of Laandia.”
“Not the only one anymore,” I correct.
“You’re the only daughter of King Magnus and Queen Selene. You’ve got thousands of people who follow you on social media—”
“Please, know your numbers. It’s in the millions. And I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.”
Bo turns me to face the mirror. “Look at yourself. You’re Lyra Erickson, and you’ve known Spencer your whole life. Trust yourself. And trust Spencer.”
I stare at Bo’s reflection rather than my own. “Are you okay with this?” I whisper. “If this ends up being athis? He’s your best friend and the four of you—”
Abigail, but I don’t want to mention her name.
And Hettie, who suddenly appears at the open door. “Lyra, Ria says the car will be here in five minutes,” she reports, looking flustered when she sees our serious expressions. “Sorry to interrupt your moment.”
“You take over this, Hettie.” Bo drops a kiss on my head. “You’re my favourite sister,” he reminds me.
“I’m your only sister,” I say as he heads for the door.
“Not anymore. Sisters-in-law count too.”
“Everything okay?” Hettie asks as Bo disappears.
“First-date jitters,” I admit with a rueful smile. “And I seem to need some sort of blessing from Spencer’s best friends.”
“Bo’s happy about this,” Hettie assures me.
“And you? Abigail is your best friend and I’m kind of taking her man.”
My newest sister-in-law smiles at me. “You can’t take anything from Abigail that she isn’t willing to give up.”
“So if Abigail hadn’t walked away—”
“Spencer would have realized what we all do. That he needs to be with you.”
I turn to look at myself in the mirror.Yes, he does.
“Let’s just hope he does, or you’re going to have another short date,” Hettie says over her shoulder as she leaves. “I’ll tell them you’ll be down shortly.”
I spend the next few minutes staring at myself in the mirror.
“This is it,” I say out loud. “This is my chance with Spencer.”
It’s about time.
