On the other hand, Victoria was the show, having fun as she relaxed her back in her seat with a smirk growing wide on her lips.
Her gaze on my back was like a scorching sun; even without turning to look back at her, I felt it pierce through my spine and linger too long, leaving me with expectations.
Upon shifting my gaze to the side, I caught her, tapping her feet on the ground like a countdown, her body relaxed against the back of her chair, fingers lazily draped over the armrest, lips curved in a faint, satisfied smirk.
Apparently, she thought she had already won, in her mind, this was only a matter of time.
Any second now, she expected me to shriek, to drop the teapot, to humiliate myself and by extension, Liam and the royal family. She was waiting for the scream, the chaos, and
