Natalie POV
Sent here. I was sent here to cut fruit. There is none? A maid misinformed me, I swear!
Jesus, my own lies sound fake in my own head. This life was not meant for me!
Okay, just stick to the truth, maybe. Sir Ellice sent me with his humblest of apologies. Oh, this knife? Yes, I was cutting fruit for the celebration. We are welcoming you and Sir Trevor's return. I'm still freaking out, but at least I sound convincing now.
The door flung open.
Princess Aileen stood tall, looking fierce. A tight hand in the pocket of her long delicate purple dress bunched in the shape of a fist. Her other hand lifted an apple to her pink-painted lips. Juice slipped off the fruit and trickled down her lilac-covered gloves. A distraction for whatever she was clutching under her dress pocket.
