Before I can protest, I’m alone with Prince Edward.

He’s back to glaring at me, his face every bit as hard to read as it was before.

I square my shoulders and meet his gaze. It’s our usual game, but this time—for me, anyway—it’s not about winning. I might have gone to business school instead of charm school, but there’s one thing I can do every bit as gracefully as my sister.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

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  1. on 01 Aug 2012 at 3:39 pmAnnie

    Did His Royal Highness catch Bella snooping? Can’t wait for the next chapter. Hope the cliffie from last chapter clears up- please update soon! :)