Everyone took their eyes to where the voice came from. The door. No one, who had been present during the time of my washing down by a maid I was supposed to be above, had eyes on Evelyn any more.
They all stared at Prince Archie and his betrothed walking into the kitchen, with her hands around his arm. This was the second time I had seen them both together. The first was when we arrived a few hours ago, and the second was the moment I was staring at them.
But I was confused by one thing. Why was she always holding on to his arm? Yes, it was a form of intimacy between couples, but I found hers weird.
I could swear that if given the chance, she would gladly inhabit Prince Archie's body. Most of her weight was on him, though it was not too noticeable. In a way, I found it cringing.
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