Prince Aidan turned and nodded to the orchestra and after a burst from the trumpets he told everyone there what had happened. He had proposed, she had run, but he would find her. He would search the kingdom for the woman who could wear this shoe, this crystal glass slipper, and who kept its mate.
The crowd roared its applause; the cheers rang to the chandeliers. I slipped up the stairs and didn’t look back, cursing myself silently for being so unbelievably stupid as to not only to have fallen in love, but to have fallen in love with someone so unattainable. But when I closed the door to the palace guest room of which I was so proud, I didn’t lock the door, and I hated myself for it. I broke down, crying. I hated myself for that, too.
I took the noon train home, after putting Conor and Ka
