The stylists had us strip down to our undergarments to assist us with putting on the heavy gowns. While I knew Magnus wouldn't dare let his gaze wander over my body in front of so many people, I could still feel the weight of his eyes on me. His stare sent goosebumps skittering across my skin.
"Are you cold, Princess?" one of the stylists asked, frowning with concern.
My face flushed at her question, and I couldn't help but glance over at Magnus. He was across the room, leaning against the wall, looking like a statue of an ancient god, only without the toga.
"No," I replied, my voice coming out as a breathless, slightly frantic laugh.
Vesper, meanwhile, was lost in her own world, admiring the curly updo her hair had been styled into. Ember, on the other hand, met my gaze with a knowing
