MILA
Felix and I stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, greeting each guest with their required formality. I surprised even myself with my knowledge of when to curtsy, when to shake hands, and when to simply accept a bow from a lower-ranking noble.
Felix leaned over to me as another couple entered the banquet hall. “You’re doing fantastic. I’m so proud of you.”
My face flushed with the compliment. “You’re the one who educated me on etiquette. I suppose I should be praising you for all your hard work.”
Felix linked his arm through mine. “With you, my love, the work is never hard.”
In that moment, I truly felt like a princess.
My euphoria did not last long. The second I saw Nadine and Isabella enter the banquet hall arm-in-arm, I knew something was afoot.
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