Mira was startled at first. But she recovered quickly. She rose gracefully from her seat, smoothing the folds of her gown, and began to walk toward Lara and the prince. As she stepped into the light, her smile returned, polished and flawless.
"Your Highness," Mira said, her voice sweet as honey, slipping between Lara and Prince Reuben with practiced elegance. She dipped into a curtsy so low it bordered on theatrical. "Welcome to our home. I am Mira Norse. I do hope the celebration is to your liking."
"Happy Birthday, Miss Mira." Prince Reuben greeted Mira in the same way he greeted any noble lady. "We came in a hurry, I'll send the gifts tomorrow."
Reuben did not come to her party. He came to see Lara.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Mira said sweetly.
