9
If the private jet was amazing, the royal castle was nothing short of jaw-dropping. The magical palace looked like one of Walt Disney’s creations. Tess couldn’t stop gaping at it. It was even more delightful and grandiose than the castles of her childhood dreams.
Mo was even impressed, despite the fact that she cared little for all things royal––except Pierce, apparently. Her loud “Oh my gawd,” as they walked through the tall double doors echoed down the hallway.
The butler introduced himself as Geoffrey and greeted them with a deep, formal bow, but the woman standing just behind him looked like she had just bit into a particularly sour lemon wedge as she scanned the two American women. Her distaste was evident on her tightly pinched face.
Tess felt a surge of disappointment when the
