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Ella wasn’t sure the fates were on her side,thatmuch, to be trusted holding a Moretti royal a second time.

“Oh.” Ella found herself under the spell of the little princess as she gazed down at her. “You really are the most beautiful baby in the world.”

“Until mine comes along.” Brianna shrugged. “Can you imagine a little baby Craig?”

“Christ. The world is not ready.” Willow blew out a lungful of air and Anna laughed.

“Rude.”

“Truth.” Willow shrugged. “Youcan barely control your mate.”

Brianna snorted. “All I do is whisper in his ear and he’s putty in my hands.”

“Sex talk doesn’t count.” Anna sipped her vodka and lemonade.

“Trust me. It does.” Brianna grinned then turned to Ella. “Anyway, I’m dying to know about you and Mack. Is he your lover? Tell us everything. He’s such a flirt, but I knew there was more to him.”

Shit.

Ella almost dropped the baby, so she quickly handed her back to her mother.

“She likes you.” Willow smiled. “If you want a babysitting job, let me know.”

Ella laughed. “That is way too much responsibility. Actually, I have a job. A business actually.”

“Ooh, what do you do?” Willow asked, propping Issy on her knee.

“Social media stuff. Content creation.”

“No way!” Brianna sat up. “I specialize in communications. Marketing stuff. At least I did when I was human. Now I’m the king’s bitch.”

Willow snorted so hard she bent over.

Ella glanced from one female to the next as they all laughed so hard they had tears running down their faces.

“Except at Christmas, when he’s our bitch,” Willow roared.

Brianna flopped her head back and almost couldn’t breathe she was laughing so much.

Then they told her the stories, and Ella couldn’t believe they would risk the king’s wrath. She was certainly learning things were not as they seemed inside the royal family.

“Wasn’t he mad?”

“Yes!” Madison held her stomach as more roaring ensued.

Issy began laughing, copying the females. Ella couldn’t help her giggle then. These females were ridiculous, and she liked them immensely.

A moment later, the door opened, and a little boy ran in with his arms flailing and little feet pounding on the thick carpet. “Wantie Willow!”

The most graceful female Ella had ever seen followed him inside. She wore a black pantsuit and on her finger was the biggest emerald she’d even seen.

Ella almost stopped breathing.

Holy hell, it’s the queen!

“Lucca baby, come to Aunty Willow.” Without pause, she handed Isabella back to Ella.

Grabbing the princess, Ella sucked in as much oxygen as she could so she didn’t drop her, while trying not to pass out at the queen standing before her.