“I didn’t realize you thought that until you were leaving, or I would have mentioned it,” he said. “I’m not the Ella you met last night,” she said. “She was a dream.” “She seemed very real to me, and I quite like this Ella before me now,” August said, leaning in so that only she could hear him. “I’m not always how I was last night.” She laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I like this version of you, too.” From behind him, Lady Tremaine made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. “And between you and me,” whispered August, “I think we’ve met before.”
