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

“It’s dinner time,” Thomas said, reaching for my hand
again.
I let him whisk me away to yet another set of double
doors, but my mind was still on the prince. Always on the
prince. There were name cards in front of each place setting.
Thomas and I found ours and sat. I looked at the setting
beside me and was glad to see Joslyn’s name scribbled on it
and Princess Pilar’s on the one beside hers. I hadn’t seen
either of them yet. I focused on the water being poured by
the butler followed by the wine he poured into the other
glass. The china looked as expensive as everything else did.
As Thomas spoke to the man beside him, I took in the rest of
the room. The walls were red and gold, matching the chairs
we were sitting on. It was lavish upon lavish and I couldn’t
for a second imagine living like this. I loved dressing up, but
more than anything, I enjoyed lounging in sweat pants and
maxi dresses and sandals and this palace made me feel like I
wouldn’t be able to leave my room unless I was dressed to
the nines. It was an absolutely unattainable lifestyle. My
mother’s words came back to me and I reminded myself I
was just here to serve as entertainment, as another mortal
amongst gods, to remind them of their power.
“You made it,” Joss whispered as she took her seat beside
me.
“Hey.” I smiled wide, relieved to see my friend. Pilar took
the seat beside hers, and I smiled at her as well. “Good to see
you again.”
“Thank you for coming. Sorry we kept you waiting,” Pilar
whispered. “My zipper got stuck so I had to change my
outfit.”
“You look beautiful, so I’d say this one works perfectly.” I
looked at her black dress.
It was short, but not too short, with a frilly tulle skirt and
a form-fitting bodice with lace over her shoulders and chest.