Chapter 75 - The Prince Slips Up

• Ella
• As the Prince and I move around the dance floor, I’m only too conscious that every eye in the room is on us. Of course, none of those eyes weigh on my shoulders so heavily as Sinclairs. I’m working hard not to accidentally send him any signals that I need to be rescued, but it isn’t easy – especially after the Prince just confronted me with one of the many lies I’ve been telling.
• “That’s not surprising.” I bluff. “I lived a quiet life before coming here.”