*Summer*
The car begins to slow, and he draws back. “Tonight you won't be an Alpha’s daughter. We want to take no chances that someone might recognize your name. You're just Sunny”. He grins tenderly. “My Sunny”.
I can’t stop myself from smiling in return or feeling as though tonight is special. So many girls I know dream of becoming a princess, while I long for nothing more than to be the cinder girl. “If anyone asks what I do, I shall say I'm the scullery maid”.
“Do you even know what a scullery maid does ?” He asks.
I laugh lightly. “No. Perhaps they won't ask for details”.
The car comes to a stop. Dion hands some coins up through an opening to the front. The doors swing open. He leaps out, then reaches back for me. Placing my hand in his, as always appreciating the strength I find
