“ do you want to do something fun tonight? ” the fair-haired young woman pried her gaze from the man the two had claimed as the subject of conversation. who was he before grimsby? rose had placed bets on a prince, but that was simply because she found his appearance favorable. the hopeless romantic trait hadn’t been lost to her, even in grimsby — maybe it was even worse in this world. “ or maybe a knight. ” the two conversations ran parallel, much like the lives both had come to endure, the one in the enchanted forest and this one. “ either way, i bet he’s one of the good ones. ” another glance had been stolen in the direction the stranger had disappeared to before undivided attention had been placed on the princess. “ i know the tiecoon bar is sort of disgusting really, ” where her high standards were concerned, “ but i heard they have a new drink. an appl — ” rosamond’s words fell as quickly as the fanciful expression held. sometimes it was so easy to forget one of her dearest friends had more in common than just a job occupation, but a shared history of sleeping curse victims. “ just drinks. ”