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“You want to help me?” I’m surprised he would want to be included in picking the love of his life’s wife. Believe me, if the roles were reversed, I don’t know if I would be so calm about helping the man I love choose a damn partner.
“Of course. Knowing you, you’re going to pick the most beautiful woman with great tits, which might be all right for a night, but she may not be the perfect fit for …” His eyes look directly at me.
“For us,” I finish his sentence.
“Exactly. We need to find someone who looks great but isn’t looking for love and would be okay if you and I continued our relationship. Unless …” He takes a step away from me.
“Unless what?” Concern skims over me immediately.
“Unless … this is it. Our time is up. We knew it might happen one day. Didn’t think it would happen so soon …” His words fall away, and so do his eyes.
“Don’t talk like that. You and I are going to find someone perfect forus, not just forme.”
Greyson nods slowly in agreement.
A couple of hours later, Lester, my father’s secretary, drops off the women’s information folios, and we spend the night going through every single one of them until we can’t see straight anymore.
4
ROSALIE
“Oh, my goodness,” Henrietta screams as she rushes into my room, waving an envelope wildly around in the air, her face flushed from the exertion.
Surprised by the older woman’s enthusiasm, I ask, “What is it?”
“I’ve called your sisters to come to your room, too.” Her green eyes are wild with excitement.
Moments later, Magnolia and Skylar enter the room. “What’s got you so fired up today, Henny?” Magnolia grumpily asks. She takes a seat beside me on the couch. Skylar takes the chair by my desk on the other side of the room as we patiently wait for Henrietta to explain her more than enthusiastic mood.
“All the staff of the noble houses around the world has been talking about the Summer Ball in Friendsburg. Everyone’s excited as Prince Augustine is finally looking for a wife,” Henrietta says, beaming with pride.
My sisters and I look at each other, a little bewildered as to why she is telling us about the ball. We’ve heard rumors about the ball from our friends. Each one of them receiving anillustrious invitation. When we never got one, we assumed we weren’t invited—which we don’t blame them for, our name is mud around these circles.
“Well … look at what has arrived from the palace addressed to you, Magnolia.” Henrietta waves the gilded envelope in her hand before offering it to Magnolia.
We wait in silence as she carefully slips her finger under the wax seal, opens the envelope, and scans the contents.
Her eyes widen as tears shimmer in her eyes. “We areallinvited.”
Henrietta and Skylar erupt in hysterics, clapping and laughing.
“And from what I hear, there’s quite a considerable gift for accepting his proposal at the ball, enough to wipe your father’s debt to Valerius away,” Henrietta explains.
Maybe there is a chance we can get ourselves out of this mess.
My sisters seem rather excited by the prospect, and I should be too, but all I can think about is a life lived of servitude and control by accepting the hand of the prince, not that I think I would have a chance. From one controlling man to another. If Magnolia marries Dante then does that mean Skylar and I are free?Am I a selfish bitch for even thinking that?Who am I kidding? Valerius will do something to make sure that Skylar and I are married off to someone of his choosing. We will never be free.
“The prince is extremely handsome,” Henrietta explains brightly as she pulls out her phone and shows us his picture. He’s tall, athletic, and tanned, with blond hair and blue eyes, and my sisters swoon over him excitedly.
The prince is attractive, of that I am sure, and I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed, but good looks can disguise a horrible disposition. Let’s face it, looks fade.
Wait a minute, who is that?In the background of the picture, I notice a man who is as striking as the prince. His face is serious, his intense eyes locked on the prince.
“That’s his bodyguard,” Henrietta adds, pointing to the man standing in the background. “He’s as handsome as the prince.” She grins. “Donotget any ideas, ladies.” Henrietta points to us. “The prince is the prize, not the bodyguard.”
“I’d happily be in that man sandwich,” Skylar adds, which makes us all laugh.
She’s not wrong there. My impure thoughts run away along the lines of being sandwiched between the two of them in a dark hall. Wondering what two sets of hands would feel like over my body. Heat rushes through my veins, and my cheeks burn with lust. My sisters now know I’m not a virgin, but they don’t know how naughty I have been over the years. Started off with rolls in the hay with Griffin, the stable boy, and his best friend, Roger.
