Bianca
The day of the interview arrived far too quickly. Before I knew it, I was being primped and polished by a team of stylists in my suite at the palace. And when I said team, I meant it. There were too many people bustling around for me to even count.
“Just a bit more powder,” the makeup artist murmured, dabbing at my nose. “The lights can make you look shiny.”
I resisted the urge to swat her hand away. I’d been sitting in this chair for nearly an hour while they fixed my hair, applied my makeup, and fussed over my outfit—a pale blue dress that hugged my curves while still looking appropriately royal. The baby bump was more noticeable now, a small but definite swell beneath the fabric.
“Is Isaac ready yet?” I asked, trying not to move my lips too much as the makeup arti
