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

but it might as well have been, with the way my heart felt
like it was shattering inside of my chest.
The ride to Versailles was quiet. I was grateful for that.
Etienne and Joss seemed to understand that I needed silence
to process it all. It was an hour car ride though, and I knew
the silence wouldn’t last long. Joslyn’s phone vibrated first.
She met my gaze for a second before answering it and I knew
instantly she was speaking to Pilar, who was obviously
wondering where her personal secretary was. Once Joss
assured her that she was on her way to Versailles, Pilar
stopped asking questions and she hung up the phone with a
heavy sigh.
“They’re not far behind.”
“Addie?” Etienne asked. I glanced up at him. He was
sitting in the driver’s seat and I was the lone person in the
back. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.” I forced a placating smile. He frowned and
shook his head, eyes back on the road.
“I think you should tell the queen you can’t plan the
wedding.”
“I can’t.” I shut my eyes and pushed my head back into
the seat. “My mother would kill me.”
“Speaking of parents, did you see your father?” Joss
asked.
“No.” My eyes widened. “Did you?”
“I saw him when we walked in.”
“Where was he sitting?” My heart pounded faster.
“A few rows behind us.”
“I’m sure he’ll be at the event,” Etienne said. “The
cabinet is always invited to everything.”