Chapter 192

"I don't scare easily, I promise," I say, and then a giant spider drops from the ceiling, and I scream again, dissolving into laughter. Windsor grins at me and holds his arms out, shedding a few dry 'tea' leaves from his costume.

"What do you think, milady? Didn't I tell you I'd treat like you a princess? This whole place, this whole party, it's for your pleasure." He takes a sweeping bow, and then stands back up. I'm grinning like crazy, but even as I'm writing his words off as being silly, I'm loving them, too.

"Did you get the pumpkins?" I ask, and he gives me this saucy look, like what do you think, your majesty? We head into the backyard to find more decorations hanging from the trees, giant spiderwebs stretching across the roof, and a series of tables with orange and black tablecloths. They're covered in pumpkins, paint, carving tools, and all sorts of pattern books.

Since we skipped out on the school party this year (we're third years, so like, way too cool