“Remind me again,”
Fiona says, “The purpose of a second ball.”
“So that I may select
an appropriate bride,” the prince tells her with a note of
irritation. “Have you not been listening at all?”
“Sorry,” she
apologises, giving him her best meek smile. “I'm a bit overwhelmed
by all of this.”
“That's okay,” he
replies, returning her smile, “It is all rather impressive, isn't
it. Will you come?”
“Come?”
“To the ball,
tomorrow night? It would be delightful to see you again.”
Before Fiona can reply
she feels something tugging at her dress. Looking down she sees
Curly, looking at her while pointing to his wrist.
“I'm really sorry,”
she says, “But I have to go.”
