“Rose, come on!” Rissa said, waving a hand at her. “We need to find you something to wear.” Rose pretended to look disgruntled as she heaved herself from the cushions, but I saw a smile flash on the corners of her lips. She looked back at me and the grin widened, her nose scrunching with hidden excitement, when Rissa took her hand and hauled her away. “You’re beaming like a fool,” Chaz’s deep voice said from beside me. Was I? “She’s got to you,” he continued smugly. “I knew it.”
