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

timing. He looked cranky tonight. Again. He hadn’t been very
cranky when we’d been alone on the beach.
“Planning another date together?” Prince Elias asked.
“Seems that way,” I said. “Do you need the time and date
so you can crash again?”
“Sure. When is it?” He cocked his head as he looked at
me, amusement clear in his eyes.
“The night of your gala. I guess you’ll be indisposed.
Don’t worry, we’ll fill you in on all the details the next day.”
I smiled.
“You’re assuming I won’t leave the gala and come find
you.”
That gave me pause. I blinked and glanced at Pierre,
whose eyebrows had reached a new height, and seemed to be
taken aback by his words as well. I opened my mouth a
couple of times to respond, but found nothing adequate to
say.
“Don’t worry, Miss Adeline. I’m joking. I won’t intrude on
your date,” Prince Elias said after a moment, though he
seemed to be enjoying seeing me at a loss for words. He
reached down, grabbed the basket, and began disappearing
inside. “Pierre. A word, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Pierre glanced at me. “We’ll talk soon.”
“Of course.”
This time, I walked away.
Friday arrived quickly and I was soon on a plane to visit
Versailles with my mother and Joss. When I arrived, I parked
in the designated space, where the caterers and sta left
their cars, and rode the bus to the main property. My mother
and Joss were already there, both looking at their phones as
they waited outside the main entrance while tourists side-