[Irene Miles’ POV]
“This shirt?” I caressed the soft, firm sleeves that covered my palm. “It’s… someone from Eliezer palace saved me and helped me escape before the marriage could happen.”
“Marriage?” Theo frowned. “Oh, right, I got the news. Amon Eliezer was searching for an ugly bride…” He stopped and looked at me hesitantly.
I averted my eyes, “Yes. I was chosen as the prince’s ugly bride.” The discomfort in my voice was clear to both of us.
“Those blind jerks! How dare they call my sister ugly!”
“Come on now, when I revealed my face, you were scared too.”
“You think so!” He raised one of his eyebrows. “I wasn’t scared.” He placed his leg on the other and leaned his back against the sofa. “It looked painful. That scar on your face looked really excruciating, so I was taken aback.
