MADELINE’S POV

“Do you think I would be successful tonight?" Madeline inquired for the hundredth time, staring down at the proof Sam, the guard, and her accomplice had gathered.

Printed photographs of a man the guard claimed was Brielle's father were scattered on her small bedside table, along with other material gathered in a file. She had also crept into Brielle's room some time ago, carrying the stone engraved pendant she intended to show Lord Darius.

She had practiced her speech all ...