Princess Victoria’s Point of View
“This plan is going to work. Trust me.” Grace’s words sliced through the tension that coiled around me like a serpent.
I nodded, though my stomach churned with unease. Every instinct screamed that what we were about to do was reckless, dangerous, and far beyond anything I had ever done . I had always been the “good girl,” the obedient daughter, the one who followed the rules and never caused a ripple. Yet here I was, leaning into shadows and schemes, cloaked in silk and secrecy, determined to steal a moment that could define my entire life forever .
My hands shook as I adjusted the coat over the lingerie dress Grace had chosen for me. The fabric felt foreign against my skin, a delicate whisper of silk that made me shiver , not from cold, but from fear
