them to be. “And you.”
Niko watched them with interest. No doubt comparing his current wife to his future one.
A chilling thought inched its way down Izzy’s spine. She hoped he wasn’t planning to stay while she tried on clothing. This was going to be difficult enough without him here watching or, worse, providing commentary.
“Thanks for arranging all this, Niko.” Izzy tried to sound as cheerful as she could. “But I’m sure you have better things to do with your time so don’t feel you have to stick around. As your father said, I’m in good hands.”
“You’re in excellent hands,” Niko said. “But I have a few minutes before my meeting.”
Bummer, Izzy thought.
“You keep Isabel company, Niko,” Julianna said. “I want to get everyone in their places.”
People had places? Izzy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“It won’t be that bad,” Niko said, as soon as Julianna was out of earshot.
“Want to trade places?” Izzy asked.
“My legs weren’t meant for dresses.”
“Mine, either. I mean, I haven’t worn a dress since …” Uncle Frank’s funeral, she realized. “It’s been a long time.”
“You’ll look fine.”
She shrugged. “New clothing isn’t going to turn me into a princess.”
“Whether you wear a pair of coveralls or a dress by Chanel, you are already a princess,” he said. “But new clothing might help you feel more comfortable here.”
She stared at the large crystal chandeliers hanging from the ballroom ceiling. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“You only just arrived.”
“I’m not like her.”
“Her?”
“Your girlfriend. Princess Julianna.”
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