CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
That had certainly been a dream. She flew to Cornwall with Liam in the royal family jet? Damn! The author of her dreams was getting really creative here and maybe she did like it just a little bit. She opened her eyes, only the unfamiliarity of the room to punish her eyes. Her first thought was to check out and thankfully, save for the coat, she was very much dressed up. She glanced around, somewhat taken by the huge size of the room. Even for a master bedroom, it was quite huge but that was the least of her concern.
Wait, She had really flown to Cornwall with the Duke, hadn’t she? Why had she hoped it would be nothing but a dream? If this flight was as real as it felt right now, did that mean that her father really was sick and about to di-no, she had to believe that
