Liora’s POV
“I still don’t understand, Liora. Where did this dress even come from? And how did you learn to dance like that?”
Mia had hardly stopped chattering since Bianca had returned. She and Zane both wanted to know every detail. I wished I could tell them the truth; I really did. Especially Mia. But I couldn’t.
“No offense,” Zane said, leaning close, “but the King hardly even spent five seconds talking to Bianca, his own daughter.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why would he care if a single random student he barely knows is excluded from the ceremony?”
I responded with the exact same statement I had been all night: “I don’t know, okay? Appearances, I guess? Look, I didn’t even talk to him personally; just one of his assistants.”
Suddenly, I spotted movement and looked ove
