“How would you like to attend a royal ball?”
“Go on,” she prodded.
I smiled. “Damon is throwing a ball tonight to announce my position at the palace. It’s a protocol thing. I could really use a friend. And I know you would have fun. It’s exactly the kind of party you’d love. All the royals in one place,” I teased.
“You aren’t kidding. He is impatient.”
“Will you come? Please?”
“Does this mean I have to go shopping for a dress?” she asked. The previous anger in her voice had been replaced with excitement.
“Probably.”
“Then, yes. I’d love to go.”
I grinned. “Thank, God. I thought you were going to turn me down.”
She laughed. “I would like to kick these movers out of the apartment.”
“Soon. They’ll be gone and you’ll have your own place.”
“You know I never really wanted my own place.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But we can hang out tonight and we’ll make some plans. You can come to the palace anytime. I’m going to have my own apartment here.”
“Holy shit.”
I looked up when the elevator dinged. Ayla walked into the suites.
“Brooklyn, I have to go, but I’ll make sure you have all the details and an invitation. And a car.” I smiled. If I was dating the king, I could send a car.
“Wow. You can do that?”
I wasn’t completely sure, but I thought it was worth trying. Sutcliffe would go crazy. I decided I’d try to flex my muscle with him a little.
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“You too, Mol.”
“Thanks for doing this.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to a ball.” I smiled. Maybe there was a way to smooth things over with my best friend.
“See you soon.”
I hung up and looked at Ayla. She was holding a leather-bound notebook. I was nervous about whatever was in there. It looked like a lot of information to cram into my head in such a short amount of time.
“Are you ready to get started?” she asked.
I nodded. “Lesson number three hundred fifty-two.” I sighed.
“I promise to make it as painless as possible.” She smiled lightly. “But as usual, we are pressed for time. We need to review the guest list, royal customs for balls, and I think we’ll need at least three hours for your wardrobe.”
“Three hours?” My eyes popped. “Shouldn’t I spend more time studying the attendees than having my hair done?”
Ayla laughed. “It’s all equally important.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.”