It took three minutes before the BMW sedan pulled up and
Charles leaped out. Alize stared at the man’s crooked tie. She saw a smudge of
lipstick.
“Finally,” John growled, grabbing his door.
“Sorry about the delay, Sam,” Charles said, casting a regretful
glance back at the palace. Alize followed his gaze and saw a housemaid looking
down from the second-floor window. Alize was so filled with joy, she couldn’t
bear the thought of everyone not being happy tonight. Standing on her tiptoes,
she whispered in John’s ear, “Give him the night off.
“Why?” he snapped. “I don’t want to drive. I want to be alone with
you in the back—
“He was enjoying his time here.” She tilted her head toward the
window. “Look.”
John glanced behind them, then instantly faced his driver, who’d
just come aro
