The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

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I
’d spent my entire week focused on the gala that
was happening this upcoming weekend. After
driving back and forth to Versailles on Monday and Tuesday,
I decided to book a hotel and stay nearby for the week. There
was no use going back to the villa when I was on the phone
with all of the entertainment companies I had lined up, the
costume company, the caterers, and Madame Rose. My
mother and Joss were helping, but they also had a wedding
in Paris to focus on, so I had to do the majority of the work.
Because of this, I’d begged my uncle to let me hire a few
teenagers for the bookstore and gave the basket task to Mrs.
Meyers for the week. I hadn’t heard from or seen Elias since
our date on Saturday, not that I’d expected to. He didn’t have
my phone number and I hadn’t really been in the villa long
enough for him to contact me. It was for the best. I’d been so
busy that I barely had time to think about him much, except
at night when I lay in bed and replayed every single part of
our date. At first, the memories made me smile. Then, I
wound up getting upset at the Princess of Austria. I’d looked
her up, of course. She was pretty. Blonde, blue eyes, warm
smile.
I didn’t like her.