The sunset? Oh, right, yesterday's dinner was great too, but why didn't he mention the necklace he gave me? Was it too hard to bring up? Kind of like how I could only secretly look at him but I never admitted it out loud.
A strange, sour feeling bubbled up inside me. Maybe in Declan's eyes, there was already a huge gap between us.
He was still my prince—bright, warm, and impossibly charming.
But now, I was just a maid in his house, and the distance between us wasn't the same as before. It was not filled with that warm, ambiguous closeness—it was cold, full of debts, and a staircase from the attic to his bedroom on the second floor.
He was not just my prince anymore. He was just someone who casually showed me a little care.
Like Dylan said, he would also console the lonely maids.
'No,
