Max’s POV
“How have you managed to lose both of the princes AND the i***t boyfriend all in one afternoon?” Dorothea is sputtering at me angrily. “That American b***h my nephew made into the Queen Luna of Belgium is barely smart enough to tie her own shoe laces, and hardly qualified to run this country. And you still can’t manage to keep tabs on whatever it is she is doing or what she is up to? What is wrong with you, Maxwell?”
I knew better than to answer that. What is wrong with ME is that I’m being forced to follow Dorothea’s commands. What is wrong with HER is her overinflated self importance.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Dot,” I say, since she absolutely loves it when people kowtow to her. “Tara keeps accidentally blocking all the cameras you had me put in the Queen Luna suite, and just
