Grace POV

After enjoying a delicious lunch in a warm and pleasant mood, I sat at the desk in my new room, contemplating my next steps.

The knock breaks my concentration.

"Come in."

Alice steps inside. "Grace? I need your help."

"Of course. What's wrong?"

She fidgets. "My birthday party. I want it perfect, but I don't know where to start. You organized those pack events for Darkrock—the harvest festivals, the trade negotiations?"

Heat creeps up my ...