Chapter 94
The following morning, Azalea sat at the edge of the bed, carefully arranging the list of tasks they needed to complete for the coronation. She had barely slept, but she was determined that nothing—not Bennett, not Maya, not even Leandro and Thomas—would stop Federico from taking the throne.
“Vicky,” she called softly.
Her loyal maid appeared almost immediately. “Yes, milady?”
“Go to Maya’s house and tell her it’s time we resumed preparations. We have lost enough time as it is.”
Vicky bowed. “I’ll be back soon.”
Azalea watched her leave, then stood and straightened her gown, her resolve hardening. This coronation would happen smoothly, no matter who wanted otherwise.
When Vicky arrived at Maya’s house, she was surprised to see Maya already dressed, her hair pinned neatly,
