The next morning, Julian showed up at my door. I had only just changed out of my pajamas. Elva was still in hers.
“I want to escort you to breakfast,” he said.
I blinked. “Breakfast?” Usually the royal family avoided breakfasts and lunches with the candidates, unless there was an event. The meals were typically entirely informal. It gave the girls a while to let their hair down and get to know each other without having to be on to impress anyone.
Julian’s presence would change that dynamic. Though maybe most of the girls would appreciate more chances to speak with him. Tiffany would like it, anyway. Veronica too. Susie would, just because she thought Julian could be funny.
Yet, I suspected Julian’s sudden desire to attend the informal breakfasts had everything to do with Bridget and no
