Attempting to make her current dressing appear proper for a date with someone as handsome, accomplished, and mature as Dominick, Cartier struggled in the mirror before a surprising knock came upon her bedroom door. For a moment, she paused before moving to answer and finding Magdalena upon the other side of the threshold that separated them. With a humbled look upon her usually arrogant face, Magdalena made her way into the room without an invitation and stood at its very center, hands clasped in front of her.
“I believe it is time that you and I place our own views of each other to the side. If not for us, for Dom, and if not for him, then for Daphne…” Cartier froze in shock before tearing herself from this rather unexpected wish to act demure. “So on that foot….I am sorry. If I had mad
