Her Royal Highness (Royals #2)(71)

“Kiss her, lass!” a man shouts from the crowd, and Flora bursts into giggles, covering her mouth with one gloved hand even as tears sparkle in her eyes.

“Is he talking to me or you?” she asks, and I step forward, shaking my head.

“I don’t know,” I tell her, laying my palm against her cheek. “But it’s good advice, so I’m going to take it.”

And I do.





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS


As always, thank you so much to the fabulous team at Penguin, who knocks it out of the park on every book. I feel very lucky to get to work with such brilliant ladies!

To my editor, Ari Lewin, and my agent, Holly Root: They don’t let you put GIFs in acknowledgments, which is a real shame, because I need a lot of Real Housewives GIFs—you know, the ones where someone is crying and being messy in a fancy dress, and other, more responsible people are holding her up?—to express all y’all do for me. Thank you for helping these books—and me!—be the best we can be.

Thank you so much to the readers who’ve come along on this wild and woolly (literally! sheep!) journey into the Royals ’verse with me. Your enthusiasm has meant the world to me.

Thank you to my family, as always, for everything.

And last, but never least, for all the girls like Millie who are still figuring themselves out, or the girls who, like Flora, feel pretty damn secure in who they are and who they want to be with: This one is for you, with love.