MALIA’S POV:

Princess Monet, wearing a white silk dress barely covering her nipples, swayed toward them, seeming to glide more than walk—Malia thought—closer to an ethereal sprite or goddess or demon than a human woman. How could Malia compete with that? And yet, Charles’s composure tightened when he saw Chloe approaching. Malia could sense his disgust toward the beautiful woman. What strange things duty makes one do, like marry someone you don’t love, and what strange ...