Brooke pulled on some clothes they weren't covered in grass stains and hay with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Tonight the entire family (well, almost-her grandparents were always unable to visit for one reason or another) was coming to the castle for dinner. Brooke assumed the main topic would be her. It couldn't be entirely horrible or good.

She gave her broken necklace another sigh as she finished brushing her hair. She walked out of her room and down the tower steps as slowly as she could.

It was 6:30, and everyone would be expected to arrive in only a few more minutes. Brooke sat down on the couch to wait. Just then, the doorbell rang, and a frantic Aunt Mary came scurrying to open it. Brooke peered around the corner to the castle's main entrance, where a pretty but disheveled woman was rearranging all her things. It was a wonder she hadn't dropped it all ringing the doorbell.

Brooke ran up to her mother and gave her a hug so tight she actually did drop a few bags. They were both laughing so hard their eyes watered. Aunt Mary gave Brooke's mother another hug and they all scooped up the bags, boxes, and suitcases to carry up to the guest's new room. Well, not new-Brooke's mother had stayed at Moonacre too many times to count, and knew almost all the castle's secrets.

"I got you a surprise!" Brooke's mother announced with bright eyes. "Although, I'm not quite sure you deserve it." She smiled, despite her attempts to scold Brooke. Brooke couldn't help but smile back, even though she knew she should be more ashamed.

Brooke's mother leaned down and reached for a particularly heavy bag. Brooke had thought it was a little odd, as it kept snoring and moved every once in awhile. Her mother unzipped it to release a cute black pug. It ran wildly around to everyone; apparently its greatest wish was to be petted by three women in a castle. Brooke was sure its tail must have been very tired very quickly.

"I'm sure you'll take good care of him..." Brooke's mother gave her a look, as if it would make her more responsible. "The store said his name was Wrolf? I think...?" She said thoughtfully, stroking his ears. "I know it's definitely a he."

"Well, I'm sure he'll become the most spoiled pug in all of Britain."

Wrolf did transform into the most spoiled dog in Britain in only one night; after a dinner of chicken and rice with freshly grown corn and green beans, he got to sleep with Brooke in her-sorry, their tower. Brooke enjoyed the half-dreaded meal of the same foods and her other aunts, uncles, and cousins who came to visit. They were all different versions of her mother-a cheerful scolding, some teasing, and a gift.

After the meal, Brooke and her cousins went off to play inside the castle grounds. Though it was dark, they somehow managed to play an odd game that was a mixture of hide-and-go-seek and tag. Playing tag was the first and only time she and Wrolf separated, even at a short distance.

Brooke felt exactly like a little kid again as she laughed and played with the other children. All good things must come to an end, however, and all the children huddled together to catch their breath. Brooke smiled at her cousins and wished for the millionth time she had never left England.

On her way back up to her tower, she heard some of the adults talking in increasingly frantic voices, as if they didn't want anyone overhearing, yet they were running out of time.

Brooke froze, and tried to make her breathing as silent as the grave. Wrolf almost gave her away instead. She scooped him up and ran to her room, faster even than when her cousins chased her.

By the time she firmly shut her door and let out a long sigh to calm her heart, the words she had heard them whisper had run through her head a billion times:

"There is no doubt about it-she is definitely the Moon Princess..."

And tonight the sky held one of the most beautiful and mysterious moons Brooke had ever gazed at. It was the last thing she saw before drifting off to sleep.