Beatrice had changed her outfit three times.
"My lady," Lily said delicately, holding up the fourth gown, "if you don't settle on something soon, the prince might think you've drowned in chiffon."
"It's not about the chiffon," Beatrice muttered, pacing.
Lily raised a brow. "Then what is it about?"
Beatrice stopped in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of the latest choice. Soft cream with blue embroidery. Modest neckline. Breezy enough for the water, formal enough for the royal docks.
"It's just a boat ride."
Lily scoffed. "With the prince. Alone. In daylight. That's practically a public declaration."
"It is not," Beatrice said, but she still changed her earrings.
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The tantrum arrived shortly after breakfast.
"Why am I not invited?" Princess Lila demanded, storming into Beatrice's chambers in a flurry of silk and indignation.
Beatrice blinked. "I... didn't organize this?"
