Chapter Thirteen
Wes drove his rental car to Elise’s house, his palms sweating against the steering wheel. He felt almost as nervous as he had at age sixteen when the princess of Aruba had visited the palace and danced with him. He wanted things to go well tonight. Elise constantly surprised him with her witty remarks, blunt statements, and genuine beauty. With her dark brown hair and fair skin, she would be a contrast to most natives of Riodan.
She answered the door, dressed in a white and blue floral dress that skimmed her knees, showing off shapely legs. He pulled his eyes back to her face, where her emerald eyes were rimmed with dark mascara. “You look beautiful.”
She smiled and reached out for his hand. “You look like a prince.”
Wes took her hand, glancing down at the light gray s
