Kai’s POVI stood perfectly still as the stylists worked on me. They measured and trimmed and cut and put different outfits on me. Some of them were heavy, the others were comfortable. I hated this part of my life. The diplomatic stresses of deciding the perfect outfit for the events I had to attend.

I’d tried to avoid the stylists and missed a lot of sessions because I hate being poked and prodded by fashionistas trying to change me into many clothes. But as the day of the banquet drew ...