Farrah Rochon

Because once the sun dipped below the horizon on Mardi Gras night, Tiana would no longer be around to add his potion to her gumbo.

She just didn’t know it yet

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong

There was something very freeing about earning his own money and not being under his parents’ thumb.

Like he was forgetting something important. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to brush off such feelings in recent weeks. Something seemed…off.

Naveen!”

His head popped up. Had he conjured Charlotte just by thinking about her?

So you want to lie to him.”

“Yes,” she answered without the slightest hint of remorse.

Naveen chuckled at her audacity, but it was what he’d come to expect of Charlotte

She also shared his love of art. She joined him at the museum whenever there was a new exhibition on display

A night of good food, jazz music, and the chance to see Tiana again?

Her heart caught in her throat

Tiana was confused by the unnerving mix of relief and disappointment that assaulted her at finding Naveen’s chair unoccupied.