“Now then. Costume. It has to be the most wonderful costume of the ball.” Seth paced the furnace floor and Valentine shook his head.
“It’s not fancy dress. But I will need the full regalia and transport.”
“You’re quite correct. We need a dress, shoes, and a coach.” Seth’s eyes glittered. “The biggest, baddestcoach we can find.”
“Don’t you mean a suit? My stepsisters never wear anything even vaguely masculine that I could ste—um, borrow.” Valentine grimaced. He had thought of stealing their clothes but didn’t dare show up wearing clothing that would be recognized. And do I dare wear a dress at all?
“I said what I meant and meant what I said.” Seth scowled at Valentine, then grasped his arms tightly. “Trust me. I know it’s difficult, and I can’t reveal everything just now, but I promise you that you’re on the cusp of the most amazing life change. With the perfect match at your side.”