The next evening, I found myself standing in front of a full-length mirror, staring at myself. For most of the afternoon, I was poked and prodded by a personal stylist that Vladimier had hired specifically to make me presentable for a banquet that he insisted that I attend.
As the whole ordeal was taking place, I couldn't help but remember when the same thing happened when I was with Elias. Which, in the end, sent my thoughts to that arrogant prince, and I couldn't stop myself from wondering how he was doing. Even though I told myself that I needed to forget him, I just couldn't stop the wave of emotion that crashed through me at the mere thought of him. It was like I was an addict, and he was my drug. Now that I had a taste, I craved him.
"Quit being ridiculous." I hissed at my reflecti
