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

“Good.” She smiled as she stood up and extended her
hand toward me. “I cannot wait to see what you do.”
“Thank you so much.” I stood and shook it.
“If you have any questions, feel free to email or call.”
“I will.”
Joss and I walked out of the o ce with my mother and
Madame Rose trailing behind us.
“We’re going to do a quick tour of the grounds,” I heard
my mother say. “And draw up a plan for you. You’ll have it
by the middle of the week.”
“Will that give you enough time to have everything
ready?” Madame Rose asked.
“Plenty of time,” I said, turning around.
“You have a lot of faith in your work,” Madame Rose said.
“If I don’t, who will?”
With that, I walked with my mother and Joss to the
gardens and we started coming up with a plan. I found
myself trying to ignore the fact that it was for Prince Elias
and trying to put another face to the occasion, though I
couldn’t understand why. Thankfully, the gardens were so
lavish and striking that roaming around freely allowed for
me to put thoughts of him in the backburner. The lawn was
so well manicured. Close to two-thousand acres of greenery.
It felt endless and with as beautiful as they were, I couldn’t
imagine there being a time they weren’t being tended to. I
could barely keep a plant alive for three days, let alone be in
charge of this. The party would take place in one area of the
gardens, and that was the area we needed to focus on, with a
large circular area that was perfect for a stage and dance
floors to surround it. The circle around the area was
elevated, like an amphitheater. It was absolute perfection for
what I had in mind.