Chapter 19
Sarah fixed her form-fitting yellow and green flowered silk dress that his mother had ordered for her. She was using the office as a makeshift dressing room to test out gowns, including the gold but it was too fancy for American TV. Ava had asked them all to dress like princesses of old, but modern versions in case they actually won.
And she wouldn't argue with the queen.
Ever.
Ten o’clock had come so fast and she was running late.
They’d eaten breakfast hours ago. She’d registered for her classes, bought her books, and changed out of her pajamas.
Beau knocked on the office door they’d share and asked, “Are we ready?” Beau waited as she left her desk by the window with the morning sun brightening her corner.
“Navid has the projection screen already going.”
Right. He’d
