Book 2: A Crack in the Dam

Estrella

“My hair wouldn’t stay. It’s too fine.” Candace runs her fingers through her cornsilk tresses sadly.

“You’ve never had your hair braided by Tess,” I say. “She is simply a genius for it. Allow her to try, and you’ll be surprised.”

Tess smiles shyly. “I am happy to make an attempt.”

Candace grins. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to try. It’s not as though they can start this Sundrop bridal shower without the bride.”

“Exactly.” I push her onto the stool in front of the mirror.

Tess begins braiding. Ever since Candace insisted I stop using titles, Tess has been a little less intimidated by her, which has made everything much easier. I pad over to the array of jewelry I brought and stretch before sorting through the pieces. Anwen stayed for three more rounds last night, and sleep drags at me, but I cannot miss my own bridal celebration. Even if it’s going to be mostly peopled with diplomats I’ve never met before and made