51

When we pulled up to our white, modern, colonial-style house, all the lights were on. Bodey parked the Navigator in our driveway and opened the garage.

By the time the five of us climbed out of the vehicle, the four royal advisors, Stella and Stevie, had come through the garage door to meet us.

King Sutton’s eyebrows rose. “How many people live with you?”

“Oh, we were just getting the place ready for you all.” Stella smiled, looking welcoming in her trendy long-sleeve, belted black dress. “The royal advisors wanted to greet you before we left.”

“Your dress.” Brittany’s mouth dropped open. “I love it.”

Stella chuckled. “Finally, someone here with fashion sense. Callie’d rather go barefoot than wear heels, and Stevie mostly sticks with cotton clothing.”

I huffed. “The one time I wore heels, they prevented me from fighting and getting away from Kel’s wolves.” I glanced at King Sutton. “And I go by Callie.”

Not even listening, Brittany pointed to the Navigator. “Oh, you should see what I