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

C H A P T E R 3 9
A D E L I N E
I
’d o cially been living in Paris for a month and as
Elias promised, I hadn’t been the least bit bored. I
was still commuting to and from London, which as my
mother warned, wasn’t great. It was exhausting and would
definitely get old soon, but I enjoyed helping Elias with
things for the Crown and seeing him whenever I had a
chance. He’d been so busy setting things up for Parliament
and a more democratic government that he barely had time
to sleep, let alone travel to London to see me. Joslyn and
Pilar had been keeping me company when I was in town and
he was holed up in his o ce or holding cabinet meetings in
Versailles.
I’d gotten into town yesterday, went straight to a shelter
for abused women, and had tea with them on behalf of the
Crown. It was part of Elias’s newly established outreach,
where each one of us—Elias himself, Aramis, Pilar, and I
would back causes and build foundations. He was definitely
taking a playbook from the English, and I was here to root
him on along the way. Today, I had to fly back to London for
a meeting, and after that, I promised my uncle I’d go to
Marbella to attend the grand opening of his bookstore. I’d be
back in Paris on Tuesday, then back in London on Thursday,