The sound of frantic knocking was the only thing that pulled Vladislav and Allegra apart from one another. Cilla’s worried voice was easily heard through the thick hardwood doors.
“Seriously, Legs?” shouted her best friend. “Time is running out. Open this door! Milena’s going to kill me if I don’t have you ready in time.”
The Duchess rolled her eyes good-humouredly and proceeded to do just that. The moment the door was open, Cilla pushed past her while clutching her make-up bag. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw her friend already prepared, then did a double take when she saw the King seated on her bed. The redhead’s cheeks heated up so much they almost resembled her hair.
“Seriously, Legs?” she exclaimed as she swung back to face her friend. “You couldn’t have waited for a couple
