Chapter 697 Fitting Room Revelations

• Inside the fitting room Annabeth scanned the dresses on the wall—row upon row of floor-length gowns. Nearly every piece came in blush or snowy white, with only a few adventurous ones threaded with pastel ribbons.
• The sight dragged up a half-forgotten line Cecilia once teased her with.
• “Every man hides a pint-sized princess in his heart,” Cecilia had declared between laughs. “Either he becomes her himself, or he spoils his woman until she looks like one. Take Giovanni—he'll be wearing the tiara before long.”