She also didn’t want to admit it, but ever since she and the prince had fought, she was worried that she was going to be one of the girls going home. She was kicking herself for having feelings for him. She was never supposed to fall for him. She was supposed to go through the motions, be sent home, and continue on with her life. Now, she was afraid he might actually want her to go home.
Jane made her way to the hall and was met by Ms. Wilson and Mr. Willard.
“Oh, Jane! You look beautiful!” Ms. Wilson complimented her.
“Thank you, Ms. Wilson. Am I late?”
“No, no, you’re just in time. Why don’t you head on in and find a seat?” she offered. As if on cue, Mr. Willard opened the door, and the room opened up to an Indian paradise. Colorful fabric hung from the ceiling to create a tent-like
