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“It’s all right, dear. You look upset. Is something wrong? Do you need help?”

“Oh no. It’s just I was told some truths that I didn’t want to hear.” She gave the woman a mediocre smile.

“Ahh, I’m so very sorry to hear that. Can I get someone for you? Did I see you with one of the doctors here?”

“He was the one talking to me about . . . options. I don’t know him that well.”

But you’d like to.

“That’s too bad. You’re here alone, then?”

“Uh, no.” She had a funny feeling about all these questions. But it was probably because back home no one would care if they saw her upset in a bathroom. Here, people seemed friendlier. “I have a . . . well, I guess he’s my friend.”

She didn’t really want to explain who Ian was. Saying he was a bodyguard would just garner too many questions.

“A friend. I see.” The woman winked at her. “Would you like me to get him?”

“I’m ready to go now. Thanks.”

“Anytime, dear. I know Escana can seem like a magical place, but sometimes it’s not that way for everyone.”

Strange thing to say. But maybe she was referring to the fact that Maggie had been upset when she’d walked into the bathroom.

“I’m mostly loving it here.”

“Are you staying for the royal wedding?” the older woman asked.

“Um, yes. We are.”

“Never thought I’d see the day the princes marry a foreigner. No offense, dear.”

Maggie wasn’t sure what to say. Suddenly, this lady didn’t seem all that nice.

“I suppose it must seem disgusting to you . . . four men with one woman.”

“Not at all!” she protested.

Oh no, maybe this lady thought that Maggie was looking down on them or something. Or disapproving. “I think it’s lovely. The princes seem to really care for Pippa.”

Shoot.

She shouldn’t have called Pippa by her first name.

“You know Princess Pippa? Are you a friend of hers?” There was something strange in the other woman’s face.

“You know what . . . gotta go! Bye!”

She practically ran out of the bathroom.

“No running!”

The sound of Mr. Grumpy-Knickers barking at her had her legs go weak with relief.

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. In truth, she couldn’t even feel her hip. There were too many emotions racing through her. “I just want to get out of here.”

Ian grasped hold of her arm, holding her steady. “Maggie? Can I talk to you for a moment?”

Urgh. Great. Turning, she tried not to grimace as she stared up at Jameson as he approached them. What she wanted to say was no. But when she looked at Ian, he gave her an encouraging nod.

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