The question hung over the table.
Camille looked up from her plate, caught completely off guard.
Before she could answer, Pierce leaned back in his chair and pointed at her.
“This,” he declared, “is a princess.”
Leo’s eye widened immediately.
“A real princess?”
“Of course.”
Ford dragged a hand down his face.
“Oh God.”
Pierce ignored him.
“She lives in a magical kingdom far away. Huge castle. Hundreds of servants. Gold everywhere.”
Leo was completely invested now.
“Really?”
“No,” Ford said.
Pierce pointed at him.
“Why are you like this?”
“Because somebody has to protect children from your nonsense.”
A laugh slipped out of me.
Across the table, Camille lowered her head briefly, a smile tugging at her lips.
Leo looked back at her.
“So you’re not a princess?”
Camille reste
