“If all goes as planned, this year’s Phoenix Ball will be our best,” Dorothea said as she and Phebe led Myko, Reesa, Harper, Cora, and Gio to the door of a five-story rowhouse.
Reesa, who was trying not to be too distracted by the street they were on, surveyed the building’s exterior. Weathered yellow stucco and dark green shutters lent it an old-world charm, while rooftop solar panels conveyed a more modern influence.
“That’s all thanks to Phebe, I’m sure,” Myko said, sparing a smile that did not reach his eyes for the cousin in question.
Reesa frowned. She was sure something had changed with Myko after his grandfather’s story, and she knew it had nothing to do with their errands in Pisa’s city proper.
“It is absolutely thanks to Phebe,” Dorothea said. “I can’t wait for you to see what she’s done to the grand room. No one will be able to resist dancing there.”
“Except me and my two left feet,” Gio said.