Chapter 215 The East Wing

• Fiona
• The interior decorator was a slight woman with shiny, shoulder-length black hair pinned back on one side with a neat bronze hairclip that matched her stylish blazer. She greeted me with a gigantic smile. “I’m sorry,” she said instead of hello. “I am quite nervous about meeting you, Your Highness.”
• “Please, call me Fiona.” I could see those nerves in the way the woman’s hands were slightly trembling. I hoped she was not about to try to shake my hand. I did not need to catch a dose of her energy, though it is difficult to be polite about declining an offered handshake.