Lucille

“Ma’am, I’ll accompany you to the dining room,” Lady Buckingham offered.

Pivoting, I looked up to the mantel, spying the hands and reading the time on the antique clock. “I don’t know where Roman is.”

“Perhaps the prince was held up with work. I heard his schedule was quite full.”

Raking my lip with my teeth, I turned toward the door, the one that led out of our apartments in Molave Palace, willing ...