“I am,” Sienna said cautiously.
“Two thumbs up. You’ll cook his brain but still be elegant. It’s a win-win.”
“Thanks.” Now that Sienna had taken fashion advice from her, it seemed awkward to ask the girl’s name, as if they were already past that.
“Kee said you might be melting down right about now.”
“Kee sent you?”
The girl’s shrug explained it wasn’t that simple.
And that told Sienna exactly who this was. Kee’s adoptive daughter, Dilya Stevenson, the First Child’s nanny.
“You need this,” Dilya came into the room, undoing a small silver brooch she had pinned by her left shoulder. Without even asking permission, she came up and added it to Sienna’s dress.
“What is it?” A four-footed animal with a big snout of some sort.
“A honey badger.”
Dilya waited for a reaction, but Sienna did
