Rosette’ POV

Looking over at the doorway, standing next to both of my grandfathers, there is a man and woman, both of them looking ambivalent. The woman walks into the room, regal in every step, coming closer to me, Thaddeus and Amirah, a wry smile on her porcelain face. She shoots her eyes over to my soon-to-be sister-in-law, a glare resting on her face, before turning to my mate and I with a gleeful smile.

“Oh, don’t you two look cute!” the woman squeals happily. I give ...