“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
His eyes narrowed.
Mine widened innocently.
He sighed.
“I married a menace.”
“You’re not married yet.”
His mouth opened.
Closed.
“You’re impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
He pointed at me.
“Bedrest.”
“I heard you.”
Then he disappeared down the hallway.
I waited exactly thirty seconds.
My father looked over the rim of his coffee cup.
“You’re counting.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to make sure he’d made it outside before I started my day.”
My mother laughed into her tea.
“What exactly is your day?”
I smiled.
“Wedding planning.”
My mother’s eyebrows shot up.
“Elena?”
Elena immediately looked interested.
“Oh?”
“I think it’s time.”
The library had become one of my favorite rooms in the castle.
Morning sunlight spi
