"Rose darling, wake up!"

A tousled dark head appeared from under the covers, and Amélie Carlisle couldn't hide a smile.

Rose squinted up at her mother and yawned heavily.

"Don't you remember Rose? Tonight is your first ball, and I want you to spend all day getting ready. You never know who will be there." Amélie winked at her daughter as she helped Rose sit up.

Rose gave a little sigh. She longed to sleep in just a bit longer. She turned away from her mother and said in a sleepy voice: