“What’s wrong, Lottie?” Tiana asked as she backtracked, coming up alongside Charlotte. She could hear John and Naveen talking about the humid weather. “Is it your feet?” “No, it’s you and the prince,” Charlotte murmured in a hushed tone, a cagey grin turning up the corners of her lips. “You’re not one to notice these things, but he’s been making sweet eyes at you since we left N’awlins, and now the two of you are chatting and smiling at each other like a couple of lovebirds. You should go for him.”
