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Why didn't he tell me?

I would've worn the green dress.

I would've⁠—

An older woman bows. Actually bows.

“Welcome home, Princess Agatha.”

I freeze. Behind her, everyone else bows.

“Welcome home, Princess Agatha.”

Oh.

My.

Goddess.

I lean toward Grimm without moving my smile.

“I'm going to murder you,” I whisper. “You could've warned me!”

“Then it wouldn't have been a surprise.”

“I'm wearing leggings.”

“You look beautiful.”

“These are my weekend stay-at-home leggings.”

“Still beautiful.”

“I have chalk on my coat.”

“I love you.”

“That's cheating.”

“I know.”

The little boy near the front grins at me.

“Are you really Uncle Grimm's mate?”

Okay.

That's adorable.

I crouch.

“I think so.”

Grimm growls behind me.

I glance back.

“Apparently he's pretty sure.”