Cassidy considered this before she agreed. “Okay, thanks.” Cassidy said. “But no one tells Remy. If I must marry him, then he can see my new look on my wedding day, notbefore.”
All three nodded. Donna walked beside her newest friend as they returned to theroom.
“You look cheery,” Cassidy said and stared at herprofile.
“I am.” Donna smiled. Tomorrow she’d marry a man she’d never dreamedpossible.
Cassidy placed her hand on her arm as they neared the door. “Donna, be on the lookout for my sister if youcan.”
Donna blinked. Something seemed off as they went into the room. “Why?”
Beth had wrapped the dress in a cover and had it hanging beside her seat. “Wait a second.” Cassidy went over and paid respects to the queen, which took less than a minute but had to be done. Donna worried she’d mess up on all of the nobility’srules.
Once she returned, Cassidy lowered her voice so only she could hear, “I think she’s up to something. Chelsea was angry about something that happened, not that she would tell me what. Just be on highalert.”
Donna patted her hand. Everything had to be fine—she trusted Blackwell. “Blackwell and your Lord Sky are riding their horses today. We should be okaynow.”
Cassidy shrugged while she went toward the first rack of wedding gowns, a sea of white lace. “If you say so. But if I was you, I’d go soon and guard my truelove.”
Her cheeks heated as if she was on fire. “Why would you say Blackwell is my truelove?”
Cassidy ran through the dresses fast, her eyes scanning each and making a judgment Donna couldn’t decipher. “It’s what thecomputersaid.”
Perhaps this was why Cassidy felt wrong about marrying Blackwell’s friend. Donna quietly asked, “So who does the computer program say for you? Anyone we should contact before yourwedding?”
“No one important.” Cassidy went on to the secondrack.
Renee invited in a pretty-looking man that Donna assumed was gay—the fluorescent pink shoes and matching tie gave her the biggest clue. He went right toward Cassidy and his scrunched up face of horror at Cassidy’s hair made Donna certain about his orientation. He said, “We’ll have to cut off at least three inches and perhaps a keratin treatment will bring out theshine.”
“Last chance,” Donna said to Cassidy and poked her as the man lifted her hair, like he was looking for buried treasure among the curls. “Whoever the computer says doesn’t have to be important. Finding true lovematters.”
Cassidy said nothing to the stylist, but she met Donna’s gaze. “So you’re truly happy with HisGrace?”
“Yes.” She trusted Blackwell with her life and she wouldn’t do anything again to ruin their chance athappiness.
Cassidy leaned closer. “Then listen closely. Chelsea is pretty spiteful right now. Just be on guard until after thewedding.”
Donna’s skin grew cold. “She’s your sister. Why are you telling methis?”
Cassidy ignored the stylist and went back to the dresses. “She’ll try to take my place next, sister or no, and part of me wants to see how Remy handlesit.”
Perhaps she’d missed something about Cassidy and Blackwell’s friend—who was he, exactly? “How long have you known LordSky?”
Cassidy let out a huge sigh. “All my life. We went to the same schools in California until our parents regained their titles and we moved back here. We were on the same flights from and back to Avce and we even went to college together. Unfortunately, I saw too much of him, and he saw me. But I don’t matter. What matters today is mysister.”
Donna would remember that Blackwell was innocent and not jump to conclusions. She nodded. “Got it. Thanks.” She then turned toward her older friend. “Beth, are you ready? We shouldgo.”
The queen stood, her posture straight. “I’ll have your dress shipped to Woodbridge Hall within thehour.”
“Thank you.” Donna hugged the queen, Renee, Kristin and Cassidy. Martina rose to leave with her andBeth.
Once she was done with her goodbyes, she felt her limbs shaking. Trusting Blackwell should be easy. Cassidy looked at whatever her sister did as a test, but Donna couldn’t ever do that. Being rejected for another hurt too much to even consider letting the testunfold.
