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

“She’s the queen, Adeline. Of course you want to meet
her.”
“I guess.” I walked faster, hating the hop in my step each
time I took one. “I’ll look for you when I get back.”
I slowed down as I reached the cottages. There was a
couple going into one of the guest rooms. Not a couple.
Prince Elias and a woman. It could have been his brother—
they were both similar heights and builds, and wearing the
same masks—but I knew it was him. Prince Elias was the
man of the hour. His outfit was all gold, with gold stitching
on the jacket and an ivory shirt underneath with frilly lace at
the neck, that made it look even more lavish. He wasn’t
wearing a wig, so his dark hair was slicked back, and he
looked more regal than any king I’d ever seen. My heart
skipped a beat as he disappeared into the cottage with the
woman. It wasn’t his cottage. It wasn’t his brother’s either.
It must have been hers.
I picked up the pace again and walked inside of my
cottage quickly, taking o my shoes as I went over to the
desk, to look at the layout again. It was where the Princess of
Austria was staying. I wasn’t sure why that bothered me so
much. Why have this party at all if he’d already chosen his
bride though? Why make us go through the hassle? I
reminded myself that I was being paid a lot of money to plan
this event, but that thought only silenced my annoyance for
a second. I swiped the desk, letting the papers fall to the
floor, and turned to the closet. The shoes I’d been wearing
were very Victorian and matched the dress perfectly.
Thankfully, I’d had it in mind to take silly pictures while
here and packed what I liked to call my Mary Poppins shoes.
I’d worn them for a costume party a couple of years ago, but
they were sensible and cute, and I took them everywhere. I
slipped them on, fixed my hair and makeup, and put the
mask over my face again. If I was going to meet the queen, I