“AND HOW WAS YOUR DAY,” Priya said drily when Amelia banged into their flat that afternoon. Priya was in pajamas and was stirring something on the stove that smelled heavenly. Amelia’s stomach rumbled; for some reason, she hadn’t had much appetite at the club.
“I had lunch with my mother,” she said.
“How did that go?” Priya asked.
“She told me I should sleep with Prince Arthur before I agree to marry him.”
“As if that’s a question. Wait — “ Priya stuck her head out of their tiny kitchen while Amelia unzipped her boots and threw them in the hall closet. “Is that a question?”
Amelia shrugged inelegantly.
“You’re dating Prince Arthur. Who is hot and a total womanizer. Why is this a question?”
“Why does everyone keep calling him a womanizer? He’s been single for a decade, he’s allowed t
