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

they were on their way to the beach that day, to the villas
they rented out from my family each summer, when I was
sent away and they got to stay. A part of me hated my
parents for doing that. A part of me knew they did it to
protect me, so that I wouldn’t end up like all the other girls
in that small town—vying for their attention and never
achieving to sustain it longer than a few nights.
“The ball takes place in the GARDENS,” my mother said,
cutting into my thoughts. I blinked away from the beautiful
mirrors and gave her my attention. “But we’re set to meet
Madame Rose, who manages everything that happens on the
palace premises.”
“Have you already contacted the dancers?” I asked Joss.
“We’ll need Madame Graciela’s choreography. And acrobats.
Call our contact in Montreal and see how many they can send
over. We’ll also need fire-breathers, the ones we hired for
Tamara’s wedding. The band and DJ . . . ”
“The palace will provide flowers and food,” my mother
said, cutting me o . “I believe they also have a list of bands
and DJs they’d like.”
“That’s helpful.” I didn’t enjoy dealing with caterers or
florists.
Most of the time they already knew who I was setting up
events for and overcharged me before I stepped foot in their
o ce. We reached a door at the end of the hall and waited
after Mom knocked a couple of times. It was opened by an
older woman with beautiful white hair that was swept back
and pulled into a classic low bun.
“Madame Perla,” Madame Rose said, upon seeing my
mother, then looked at us. “Mademoiselle Joslyn,
Mademoiselle Adeline. Please, come inside.” She stepped
back and gave us enough room to walk into her o ce, which
was breathtaking, like the rest of the palace.