When lunch service finishes, as the staff brings dessert, Prince Camille arrives.
There’s a stir. I lift my head. He glides in late, measuring the room. Tall, cool, dignified. His golden hair is perfectly styled back, and his green eyes are shuttered.
Instead of sitting with the males, he takes the empty chair beside me.
My heart thumps.
This is my chance.
The other women, including Lilith, straighten. The males stop speaking.
Keith tenses.
“I apologize for my lateness.” The Prince says, taking a cake from the table. “Why are we not sitting together?”
“Sounds like a great idea to me,” Rosie says, jumping up and encouraging the other girls to follow.
The boys are next, and together we push the two tables together to make one giant party.
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