![]() “Disappointing your grandfather is the last thing I want to do.” ![]() “Don’t look at me like that, angelfish,” he says, his voice husky. Galen, barefoot in the sand, wearing an Armani tux. She could still enjoy them while she and Grom come to shore to-“ “She keeps picture frames at her house though. ![]() After all, I am eighteen years old, an adult, and can take care of myself. “And what will she do with pictures? There aren’t exactly picture frames in the Royal Caverns.” Mom’s decision to mate with Grom and live as his queen didn’t surprise me. “Your mother will want pictures,” he tells me. I’m just glad to see a smile on his face at all. His crooked smile almost melts me where I stand. Leaning over, I shake my head like a wet dog, dispelling the magic of hairspray. But she would also want us to stay in our designer clothes. ![]() ![]() Rachel would want us to enjoy ourselves.” I pull the thousand-or-so bobby pins from my hair and toss them in the sand. When he starts unraveling his tie, I throw out my hand. “Absolutely.” I unstrap the four-hundred-dollar silver heels and spike them into the sand. “You’re sure you want to do this,” Galen says, eyeing me like I’ve grown a tiara of snakes on my head. ![]()
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