youngest sister. Titania has been nothing but sweet to her—well, as sweet as Titania could be. Only the sisterhood was still so new, so precious, that Summer didn’t want to do anything to disrupt the loveliness of it.
“Tawny, maybe you could give us a little space,” Gigi suggested as she ran a fat brush over Summer’s cheeks.
“Maybe I could.” Titania stepped in and took a close up of Gigi. “But you know I’m not going to.”
Shaking her head, Gigi set the brush down and picked up another one. “I wonder on a daily basis how none of us threw you off a bridge in a bag full of rocks when you were a baby.”
“That’s because I’m irresistible,” Titania said with a smirk.
Viola breezed into Summer’s room carrying a plate and a bag. “Did I hear someone say irresistible?”
Titania lowered her camera. “Do you have food?”
“Thank heaven for small favors,” Gigi murmured so only Summer could hear it.
Summer smiled for the first time since the primping started an hour ago. “She means well.”
“And you’ll have excellent documentation of this event.” Gigi set the brushes down and smiled at Viola. “What sort of treat did you bring for us?”
“Macarons,” Viola said, her voice triumphant. “I made them myself.”
Summer blinked. “Do you bake?”
“Not at all, but I figured it was time to start. I’m considering opening a bakery.” She set the bag on the dresser and unwrapped the plate.
“A bakery?” Gigi repeated with a frown. “I didn’t know you aspired to being a baker.”
“I didn’t, but it seems like what a divorcée without any skills would do,” she said blithely.
Summer glanced at her two other sisters and then got up from the vanity, where Gigi had installed her for the transformation, and followed them to inspect Viola’s macarons.
Titania broke the long moment of silence. “Are you opening an X-rated bakery?”
“No. Why?”
Titania picked up a fleshy pink-colored macaron and held it up. “It’s rather lurid, isn’t it?”
“It does have a distinct labial look,” Gigi added.
“Does it?” Viola looked at Summer.
“Um”—she bit her lip—“it’s definitely different than any macaron I’ve ever seen. That’s likely good for marketing.”
Titania popped a macaron in her mouth, chewing. But suddenly she stopped, her eyes bulging, and spit it out into her hand. “Salty, very salty,” she said as she ran to the bathroom.
“Whoops.” Vi shrugged. “I wondered if I got the salt and sugar confused.”
Gigi rubbed her back. “Maybe baking isn’t what you’re meant to do.”
“Probably not,” Viola said, frowning at the lopsided cookies. “I wish I could figure out what that is though.”
“You’ll figure it out,” Gigi assured her.
Summer remembered what Viola had said about research before. “Is that why you want to go to a teahouse with me?”
Her older sister nodded as she pushed the macarons aside. “I thought I might be able to start a teahouse. If I have someone else do the baking, obviously.”
Titania nodded. “Business suffers when you poison your customers.”
Gigi poked her in the side. “Doesn’t Ian need servicing or something?”
Their youngest sister grinned lasciviously as she raised her camera. “He comes later, so to speak.”
They groaned, though if Summer were being honest she’d have admitted how jealous she was. Except for Viola and Beatrice, her sisters had found their princes. She wanted that so much for herself.
Gigi clapped her hands together. “Enough dawdling. Summer, back in the chair.”
“You’re going to love the mask I picked for you,” Viola said, perking up. “It’s perfect. The colors look fabulous with your dress.”
“You’ve seen my dress?” She hadn’t even seen her dress yet.
“Rosalind showed it to me.” Viola sat on the edge of the bed and smiled dreamily. “A masquerade ball is so romantic. You’re going to be stunning, and he won’t be able to
“Tawny, maybe you could give us a little space,” Gigi suggested as she ran a fat brush over Summer’s cheeks.
“Maybe I could.” Titania stepped in and took a close up of Gigi. “But you know I’m not going to.”
Shaking her head, Gigi set the brush down and picked up another one. “I wonder on a daily basis how none of us threw you off a bridge in a bag full of rocks when you were a baby.”
“That’s because I’m irresistible,” Titania said with a smirk.
Viola breezed into Summer’s room carrying a plate and a bag. “Did I hear someone say irresistible?”
Titania lowered her camera. “Do you have food?”
“Thank heaven for small favors,” Gigi murmured so only Summer could hear it.
Summer smiled for the first time since the primping started an hour ago. “She means well.”
“And you’ll have excellent documentation of this event.” Gigi set the brushes down and smiled at Viola. “What sort of treat did you bring for us?”
“Macarons,” Viola said, her voice triumphant. “I made them myself.”
Summer blinked. “Do you bake?”
“Not at all, but I figured it was time to start. I’m considering opening a bakery.” She set the bag on the dresser and unwrapped the plate.
“A bakery?” Gigi repeated with a frown. “I didn’t know you aspired to being a baker.”
“I didn’t, but it seems like what a divorcée without any skills would do,” she said blithely.
Summer glanced at her two other sisters and then got up from the vanity, where Gigi had installed her for the transformation, and followed them to inspect Viola’s macarons.
Titania broke the long moment of silence. “Are you opening an X-rated bakery?”
“No. Why?”
Titania picked up a fleshy pink-colored macaron and held it up. “It’s rather lurid, isn’t it?”
“It does have a distinct labial look,” Gigi added.
“Does it?” Viola looked at Summer.
“Um”—she bit her lip—“it’s definitely different than any macaron I’ve ever seen. That’s likely good for marketing.”
Titania popped a macaron in her mouth, chewing. But suddenly she stopped, her eyes bulging, and spit it out into her hand. “Salty, very salty,” she said as she ran to the bathroom.
“Whoops.” Vi shrugged. “I wondered if I got the salt and sugar confused.”
Gigi rubbed her back. “Maybe baking isn’t what you’re meant to do.”
“Probably not,” Viola said, frowning at the lopsided cookies. “I wish I could figure out what that is though.”
“You’ll figure it out,” Gigi assured her.
Summer remembered what Viola had said about research before. “Is that why you want to go to a teahouse with me?”
Her older sister nodded as she pushed the macarons aside. “I thought I might be able to start a teahouse. If I have someone else do the baking, obviously.”
Titania nodded. “Business suffers when you poison your customers.”
Gigi poked her in the side. “Doesn’t Ian need servicing or something?”
Their youngest sister grinned lasciviously as she raised her camera. “He comes later, so to speak.”
They groaned, though if Summer were being honest she’d have admitted how jealous she was. Except for Viola and Beatrice, her sisters had found their princes. She wanted that so much for herself.
Gigi clapped her hands together. “Enough dawdling. Summer, back in the chair.”
“You’re going to love the mask I picked for you,” Viola said, perking up. “It’s perfect. The colors look fabulous with your dress.”
“You’ve seen my dress?” She hadn’t even seen her dress yet.
“Rosalind showed it to me.” Viola sat on the edge of the bed and smiled dreamily. “A masquerade ball is so romantic. You’re going to be stunning, and he won’t be able to
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