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

“Thank you,” she whispered, yanking the mask over her
head and holding it against the skirt of her dress. “I don’t
think I got dirty.”
“Was it something you ate? Drank?” I asked. This was
another reason I was glad we had nothing to do with the food
or drinks.
“Drank.” She coughed as she stood. I let go of her hair as
she stepped closer to me. “I am so sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” I smiled. “It happens.”
“My mother is going to kill me.” She covered her face
with one hand, bringing the mask back up and patted the
crown on her head with the other. Even under the
circumstances, she was beautiful. A beautiful Spanish
princess, with long dark hair, dark almond-shaped eyes, and
creamy white skin. She looked just like her mother.
“Everyone told me to eat and I didn’t listen and then I got
here and the music was so good and the dancers and the
acrobats and I just kept drinking and drinking.” She
groaned, lowering her hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. Let me get you to the toilets so you can
clean up a bit.” I started walking and she fell into step with
me.
“My family is definitely not going to let me go on holiday
with my friends after this,” she said. “I never do anything
and the one night I’m feeling rebellious and have three
drinks this happens.”
“You can’t drink on an empty stomach. It’s a lesson all of
us have to learn.” I waved at the security guarding the
building with the closest restrooms and opened the door.
When we got inside, I immediately looked for the basket I’d
asked all of the toilets be stocked with—mints, gum,
mouthwash, hair ties, brushes, aspirin, and oil towelettes.
“How’d you know this was in here?” Pilar asked beside
me. I looked at her through the mirror in front of us and