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

earlier. When it comes time to plan my engagement and
wedding, I’m calling you.”
“I’ll be there.” I smiled wide.
She walked away and disappeared into the sea of people in
costume. I made my way back to one of the tents to make
sure things were still running smoothly in there. I was
surprised to find it pretty empty when I stepped inside,
though there was a group of people congregating around the
ice sculptures. I walked over to the food tables to make sure
the trays were still filled. Once the caterers showed me they
were, I walked back out of the tent and started making my
way toward the other, checking the drinks next. As I walked
out of that one, my foot caught on a rock, and I stumbled but
kept myself upright. When I took a step again, I realized I’d
lost one of my heels. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes to
the sky. Of course I did. The cottages were nearby, close
enough that I could change my shoes and come right back. I
headed in that direction. My phone vibrated in the pocket of
my skirt as soon as I stepped out of view from the party. I
swore under my breath. It was as if my mother had a tracker
on me. I answered the phone quickly.
“I’m changing my shoes and coming right back,” I said
upon answering.
“Oh, dear. What happened?” My mother’s concern melted
my annoyance away.
“Tripped over a rock. You know, the usual thing that
happens when you’re hoping the biggest event of your life
goes o without a hitch.”
Mom laughed lightly. “Well, Madame Rose is looking for
you. She wants to introduce us to the queen, but I’ll let her
know you’ll be back shortly.”
“The queen?” I whisper-shouted. “Why?”
“I suppose she wants to thank us.”
“Oh my God. I don’t want to meet her.”