CHAPTER NINETEEN
The next day, an overcast sky hid the afternoon sun. Emil, the castle butler and Uncle Frank’s cousin, predicted rain would fall on the parade. The weather wasn’t ideal for the village’s celebration, but the gray matched Izzy’s mood perfectly.
She hadn’t spoken to Niko since the incident on the lake. He’d eaten dinner elsewhere and slept in another room last night. He’d skipped breakfast, so she hadn’t seen him this morning.
All she wanted to do was crawl deeper under the covers and cry, but that wasn’t what a princess did. At least according to Jules, who Izzy had called asking for advice. Hoping for the best seemed the only option. That really sucked.
During the drive to the village, an icy silence consumed the limousine’s interior. Izzy didn’t know what to say to Ni
