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

“Thank you so much, dear.” She placed a hand over my
arm. “It won’t be romantic or magical, we just have to make
it appear to be so.” She o ered me a small smile and I could
swear she saw everything written all over my face as she
squeezed my arm and let go. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.
Please enjoy yourself. Thank you again for coming.”
I nodded, swallowing back tears, not really able to speak.
When she walked away, it was just Elias and me left in the
room and still, I couldn’t bear to look at him.
“You agreed to plan my wedding?” he asked. His tone was
clipped. I didn’t have to face him to know he was upset.
“What was I supposed to say? No?” I wiped my face,
grateful we weren’t facing each other, though he must know
I was crying, and I hated that.
“You could have made up an excuse. Said you had another
event that day.”
“She didn’t even tell me the date.” I wiped my face again,
took a breath, and dared to face him. “Do you have a date?”
“It’ll be in two weeks.”
A laugh escaped me. “Two weeks. Of course.”
“Please don’t do this. Don’t plan this, don’t go.”
“Why shouldn’t I? To save myself the heartache? It’s a
little too late for that.”
“I can’t go through with it if you’re there.”
“You just went through an engagement just fine. You
agreed to it around the time that we slept together. I’d say
you’ll be just fine. Anything for the Crown, right?” I turned
around and pulled the door open to the room leaving him
behind. I walked right up to Thomas and told him I was
leaving. He shot me a confused but understanding look.
“I’ll walk you out. I should probably leave too. I have a
long day ahead of me tomorrow.”
“So do I.”