The next week flew by. It was filled with training, planning, and way too many dress fittings. Ma and Emma were determined that my dress would be perfect. Yes, it was fun to dress up. I loved the gown Emma was making for me. But honestly, I was much more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt, or my training gear. It's not like I had attended any parties in the last six years. Until now, there was no reason to get dressed up. But a princess has got to do what she has got to do. And that meant dressing to the nines for the 'coming out' party on the twenty-second.
After Emma's revelation about Gavin last week, I wanted to get more information regarding his whereabouts, but Pa was adamant that I remain away from anything to do with Gavin at that point. The only explanation he would give me was i
