Rosette’s POV

The reception is in full swing inside the ballroom. Everyone seems to be having a good time. People come up to me, praising me for how everything looks; I have been bright red by the time that everyone has finished complimenting me. Thaddeus, who is standing beside me with an arm around my waist, chuckles in my ear, finding it amusing that I’m still not able to take compliments properly yet. I have only been getting proper compliments for the past few months, ...