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

“I know you don’t agree with the way the king does
things, but you can’t hold the entire family accountable for
the actions of one man.” He set his hand over mine. “Think
about what that would mean for you if people held you
accountable for your father’s actions or him for yours.”
“They already do,” I said sadly. “Besides, I’m not holding
him accountable for those things, I’m holding him
accountable for his poor attitude.”
Pierre got out of the car. “Maybe we can do this again
sometime.”
“I’d like that.”
“By the way, the prince wants you to attend the party.”
“I thought he got someone to serve drinks.”
“He’d like you there as a guest.”
I glanced inside. “That’s not my scene.”
“It’s a masquerade,” he said. “Great Gatsby attire.”
“Definitely not my scene. I don’t have anything to wear to
that and masks lead to poor decisions.”
“I think that’s what he’s hoping for.” He smiled. “I’ll be
there. You can always come for ten minutes, say you did it,
and leave.”
“I guess I can do that.” I glanced at the house, my eyes on
the strobing lights. “It’s not like I have anything better to
do.”