Cecilia’s POV
“Oh, Cecilia. I was told you weren’t going to be attending lessons anymore. So, I didn’t put your name on the roster,” Madam Isa said as she approached.
The chatter around me fell silent, and I was wildly aware of everyone’s attention on me. I felt heat creeping up the back of my neck, but I tried to ignore it.
“Who told you I wasn’t attending classes anymore? The ceremony is only a few days away,” I tell her, more confused than ever.
She frowned and c****d her head to the side as she stared me over.
“The King,” she told me.
This got a few giggles and some murmurs around me.
My eyes widened, and my heart stopped in my chest; why would King Leopold tell her that I wouldn’t attend these lessons anymore?
“It seems that the King’s favored concubine is no more,”
