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“Rapunzel. I love when they put all the flowers in her hair.”

“Who is yours?” Ella asks.

“Mine is Jasmine. Do you want to know why?”

Both of them nod vigorously.

“She rides a magic carpet, and she has a pet tiger.”

Their eyes get big, and I grin to myself.

Grace lifts a brow at me. “And who isyourfavorite princess?”

“I can’t say anyone’s ever asked me that. I guess it would have to be Belle.”

“Why, Daddy?” Poppy asks. “Is it because she loves books, like me?”

“Sure. And because she falls in love with a beast.”

“That’s silly, Daddy,” Ella says.

“I love the Beast,” Poppy says. “He gives Belle a whole lie-berry.”

“Thatisan awesome gift, isn’t it?” Grace asks.

I watch in the rearview as my girls fall completely under her spell. And I have to admit, I think I’m falling under it, too.

CHAPTER FOUR

Grace—

When we return to the house, I carry in the shopping bag with the box my new cell phone and charger came in. The guy at the store set it up for me, and I’m excited to have a phone again, and I’m happy it’s a new number. I can really start fresh.

Lucky said he’d deduct the monthly increase to his plan, plus the monthly charge for the phone. It all comes to less than fifty dollars, and with what he’s paying me, I can afford it.

I can’t help smiling when I look at the pretty pink phone I chose.

Slipping it in my back pocket, I move into the kitchen to find the dinner plates. I get down four, grab silverware, and carry them into the dining room to set the table.

Lucky carries in the drive-thru chicken and all the fixings he picked up for tonight’s dinner.

He pauses in the archway when he notices me. “What are you doing?”

“Setting the table.”

“We don’t eat at the table.”

“Why not? You’ve got this beautiful room and this lovely dining table. Why wouldn’t you use it?”

“We just don’t.”

Poppy tugs on her father’s sleeve. “Can we use it tonight? It’s Grace’s first dinner with us. That’s special.”

He stares down at her, then gives me a murderous look like I’m to blame. I stand there, a plate in my hand, and wait.

“Please, Daddy?” Ella joins in the fight.

“Fine. Whatever. I just don’t see the point.” He stalks in with the bag of food, and I tap Ella’s arm.

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