Chapter 54

Third Person's POV

By nine in the morning, the stillness of Cerys's small den was shattered by the sharp trill of the door chime.

Bennett arrived first, trailed by a full entourage of stylists, tailors, and attendants-each carrying sleek cases of enchanted gowns and gleaming ornaments forged from moonstone and starlit silver. The tiny apartment was instantly overwhelmed; racks of highborn attire