**Kaitlyn’s POV**
I love her, but I hate her. And again, I still love her! D@mmit! I bite my lips and stride along the balcony with Antonia’s chasing behind.
“Kaitlyn, wait!”
Like I would—After I slapped her, I kissed her and now I’m avoiding her. How could I not? I’m so embarrassing for what I’ve done. I don’t know how to react once I met Antonia again after 3 years. I never really thought about it. What happened was purely my instinct—At least that’s what I’m trying to convince myself.
“Didn’t you see I’m busy tending the wounded?”
“Please, I would like a chance to speak with you—I will be quick, I promise”
Here we go again. How could I deny her? She is the CROWN PRINCESS. And she’s the same girl who my heart belongs to. Sighing in su
