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little suits and dresses.

Briggs surveys them for one second then points his finger up to the top. “That one. It’s perfect.”

“Briggs, that’s a tuxedo.”

Why do they even sell tuxedos for kids?

“Right. It’s what princes wear in the movies. I want that one.”

It doesn’t stop there either. Once he has his tuxedo, apparently I need one to.

“I thought you were the prince,” I tell him as we continue our walk back to my apartment, now with a huge shopping bag in tow.

“I am, but so are you,” he says exasperatedly. “We have to both wear tuxedos. And I promise I won’t look more handsome than you, so don’t be sad.”

Right. That’s what I was worried about.

Chapter Eighteen

Candace

I’m still worked up about the way Erin shouted at me in front of Logan. It’s the plight of a preschool teacher working in a place like The Day School. I try my hardest. I wrap myself up in tissue and read a book about mummies and really feel like I’m going the extra mile to be a good teacher, and then BAM, a parent like Erin waltzes in and has a go at me.

I’m not very good at taking criticism even when it’s the constructive sort. I wish I could stop going over her words in my head, but they’re in there good and cemented and they’ve got me wondering if I tried hard enough to get Margaux to take a nap earlier, if I should have been stricter and really forced the issue. No. It’s useless. In this line of work, you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. On another day, Erin would have shouted at me if I had forced Margaux to have a lie-down.

I’m sitting out on the steps with a stomach that’s quite grumbly and annoyed with me and a brain that can’t seem to get over the terrible end to my workday when Pat’s SUV pulls up to the curb.

Briggs and Logan climb out from the back, and a laugh bursts out of me before I can help it.

It’s not that it’s funny what they’ve done. It’s just so wonderfully cute!

Briggs is dressed in a tiny black tuxedo! I didn’t even know they made tuxedos so small! And his lovely brown curls are all tucked back and real glossy like he’s got some hair gel on them. In his hands, there’s a bouquet of sunflowers.

Behind him, Logan stands with his hands in his pockets and a sort of nervous smile playing on his lips. He’s dressed up too, just like he was for the gala, all black and debonair and drop-dead gorgeous. He doesn’t have flowers; he’s let Briggs have them all, but well…what does he need flowers for? He’s the gift, isn’t he?

I sort of wobble as I push to stand, a cacophony of butterflies fluttering loose in my stomach.

“Ms. Candace! I mean, Princess Candace! Your carriage is here!” Briggs says, sweeping his arm back to the SUV.

“Wow, how did I get so lucky? Two princes?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just the chaperone,” Logan teases as I step toward them. “But we better hurry and get off the street or the photographers will find us. I saw a few a while back.”

“Well then, let’s set off!” I say, hurrying toward the vehicle. I get in first, followed by Briggs, and then Logan. We fill the back seat, and Pat’s up front with a friendly smile and a nod in greeting.

We buckle up then Briggs passes over my sunflowers.

“Those are for you. I picked them special myself.”

“Wow. They’re lovely.”

“Do you like yellow?” He sounds deeply concerned, like maybe he’s worried he made the wrong choice.

“Absolutely. One of the best colors there is. It always reminds me of sunshine.”

Briggs grins and looks over to Logan to give him a little thumbs-up, like they’ve really pulled off quite a wonderful surprise.

Logan glances over at me over top of Briggs’ head. I mouth a thank you, and then he reaches back over the edge of Briggs’ car seat to touch my shoulder. It’s the first time we’ve touched in days—since the gala—and I’m starved for more. We didn’t even get a proper hug out on the street.

“We’re going to eat at a very fancy place,” Briggs says, jarring me out of the private moment with Logan. “The food is going to be dazzling.”

My brows shoot up. “Dazzling, huh?”

“Yes, dazzling. Like in that book you read to us yesterday.”

“Wow, I’m very excited.”

We end up pulling off into an alley a few minutes later,