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

C H A P T E R 1 6
Because of everything I’d heard about this royal
family, I always assumed the queen would be
uptight. I hadn’t expected her warm, radiant smile, or the
way she shook my hand while holding my arm with the other
as if to almost hug me as I stood from my curtsy.
“You’ve outdone yourself,” she said. “This is exactly
what I picture when I think of the Versailles in eighteenthcentury
France.”
“Minus the toilet problem,” I said.
“Minus the toilet problem.” She laughed and glanced over
at Joss, who was standing beside her. “Why haven’t you
brought her over for Sunday dinner?” She looked back at me.
“You must come to Sunday dinner. It’s friends and family
and we love welcoming new faces.”
“Yes! I agree with Mother.” The excited voice was
Princess Pilar’s. She pranced over with a wide smile on her
face, looking a lot better than she did when I left her. “You
must come to Sunday dinner.”
“Pilar.” The queen said in a voice full of warning. “Pipe
down.”
“I’m fine, Mother.” Her eye roll wasn’t obvious on her
face, but dripping all over her words. “So, you’ll come this
Sunday, Addie? May I call you Addie?”