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

“She’s been a good ally for you right now, I’ll tell you
that. The only people judging you for your mishap are the
older ones who forgot what it was like to be young and make
mistakes.”
“Well, thank her for that.” I could only imagine what
Mira was saying to defend me. Out of all of Etienne’s
girlfriends, she was definitely my favorite.
“I’m sorry Eli gave you a shitty time,” Etienne said,
lowering his voice. “He’s known to be an asshole sometimes,
but it doesn’t make it okay.”
“Thanks. I just wasn’t sure what I did to deserve that.”
“Nothing, Addie. You did nothing. Go about your day, go
plan the hell out of the Versailles event, and forget all about
him.”
“I will.” I nodded once in determination and smiled.
At five o’clock, I was walking toward Prince Elias’s villa
delivering his basket. This time, I’d completely pushed aside
any thoughts of the prince and the concept of him I had in
my head from the first time we’d met. In doing so, I
prepared for disappointment and I was okay with that. Better
to be prepared for the bad than expect the good and have a
harder time accepting the reality. The same security, Pierre,
was at the front door.
“I’m o tomorrow evening,” he said upon seeing me.
“Beers, then?” I asked as I walked up the three steps and
set the basket down in front of the door.
“Sure. Which villa do you stay in?”
I stared at him for a long moment, wondering if I should
tell him. He probably already knew though. I pointed next
door.
“Oh.” He laughed. “You know you could walk here.”