Seraphina did not waste time.
She took Caelith's arm and gently nudged him toward Evelisse.
"Evelisse, dear. Fix his collar, would you? And Caelith, you've got a smudge right—here." She brushed at his shoulder with all the glee of a matchmaking general.
Then she clasped her hands together. "My stars, you two are just precious together. Look at them—don't they match like a dream?"
"Mother," Evelisse whispered, red in the face.
Seraphina turned to her sons. "Should we start planning a royal wedding or at least a seasonal ball? Jared, fetch the flower budget."
"He's ten," Jared said.
"She's seven," Lucien added.
"That's practically ancient in magical prophecy years," Leo and Lance chorused.
Seraphina nodded solemnly. "They're friends. Let them be adorable. I'm living for it."
"As long as there's cake," said Fluffy, bobbing near a vase.
Evelisse had to control every muscle in her face to stop a roll of her eyes.
