Later that day, Damien sent a message to Scarlett, telling her that there would be a family dinner and she was invited. Scarlett's joy knew no bounds as she received the message. It would be her first time dining with the royal family.
At 6pm, Scarlett stood before her mirror, adjusting the hem of her deep green gown that perfectly accentuated her figure. She smirked as she dabbed a bit of perfume on her wrist, thinking of how the night would unfold. “Finally,” she muttered, admiring her reflection. “Damien must have come to his senses.”
She had spent minutes planning her entrance. Making sure she was wearing her most beautiful jewelry. She wanted to look every bit the queen she believed herself to be. By the time she finished, it was already 7pm, the time for dinner but, she remained
