A knock at the door wakes me from a deep sleep. I shoot up and curse. Who was knocking at this hour?

I throw on a long robe and walk over to the door, flinging it open.

Prince Sebastian stands, in all his refreshed sexy glory, waiting.

He smiles instantly, not missing a beat, as he averts his eyes. I’m all too aware of how much my robe doesn’t cover.

“I was wondering if I could escort you to breakfast,” he says quietly. ...