CARMELITA THOUGHT LONG AND HARD about Sebastián’s question. Surely there was something about her past that dictated such behavior. Yet her memories failed her. The only thing she could remember was Emilio’s smile when he glanced at her. Her heart skipped a beat at the memory.
“You were the prince who went to La Punta!” she shouted with all her might, which wasn’t that much. Instead, it came out like a whimper.
“I never saw the real Prince Emilio as you posed for him. This is the reason I was drawn to you, even when I was little.” She couldn’t contain herself. Her mind raced to retrieve every memory she had of the crowned prince. The way his lips curled was the same as Sebastián’s did a while ago.
“You know what? Stop hallucinating. I asked about scars, and you accused me of impersonatin
