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

tonight. Mine was pale blue with ivory lace accents—the
bodice, the sleeves, the skirt. Underneath the skirt, I had
what looked and felt like a back pillow tied around myself
and set on the small of my back to create an exaggerated
bubble e ect on my butt and make the skirt fuller.
“I can’t breathe in this,” my mother said beside me.
“Welcome to the club.” I looked at her gold and ivory
gown. “You look great though.”
“Thank you, so do you.” She looked around. “Where’s
Joslyn?”
“I thought she was with you.”
“Nope.”
“Hm.” I glanced around the large tented area. “I’m going
to make sure the stage is ready for the performers. I want
them to start as the guests are arriving. Please make sure the
flowers are correct and that the people are already pouring
drinks through the ice sculptures.”
I walked out of the tent and headed in the direction of the
stage. The gardens were enormous. We had two tents set up
with food and drinks in the four corners of the premises in
hopes to discourage people from venturing o on their own.
The pathway back to the cottages were lit up as well as the
back of the palace. Even still, there were a few dark areas. I
tried to block those dark crevices to keep people from falling
into the fountains and keep them away from the woods that
surrounded the gardens. Someone could easily get lost out
here and I did not want to be responsible for anything going
wrong tonight.
As it was, it was the first event in months that my
company put together and I showed up to. We were far away
from London gossip, but I wouldn’t be the least surprised if
Thomas Evans was in attendance tonight. Still, the thought
of seeing my ex-boyfriend didn’t compare to the nerves I felt
at seeing Prince Elias again. I needed to keep my wits about