Page 19 of The Wrong Royal


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“Which one is yours?”

He nodded to a table with a striking redhead wearing a green dress.

I laughed and shook my head. “She looks like she would be a handful.”

He flashed a grin. “I don’t mind.”

“I should get back,” I said.

“To the ice princess of Norway.”

“She’s not cold,” I said firmly.

“Good luck.”

I took her drink back to the table and sat down.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling.

I returned her smile, my heart racing at the sight of her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with her blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. But there was something else about her that drew me in, something that made me want to know more.

“Do you know many people here tonight?” I asked.

“Not really. I know some from school, but we’re kind of isolated in Norway. My parents have been too ashamed to attend a lot of the events hosted by the Golden Society. Which means Nora and I didn’t go. I feel like a stranger.”

I chuckled softly. “I live in the United States. I understand the isolation. A lot of these people spend holidays together and have already dated each other. They already know what they don’t want.”

“I’m a lot younger than some of these girls,” she commented.

“Forgive me for asking—my mom always told me to never ask—but how old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” she said, smiling. “Just beginning life.”

“That’s one of the things holding you back,” I said. “You feel like you haven’t gotten to explore and live life.”

She offered a dainty shrug. “I haven’t. Not really. How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“I bet you’ve done a lot of traveling,” she said with a wistful sigh.

“I’ve done some traveling for our family’s business. It’s not usually for pleasure. I usually fly in, stay for a couple of days, and then leave.”

She looked sad. It was a part of her I wanted to keep learning about. I hoped she would give me the chance to get to know her better. Baby steps. Little by little I would figure her out.

“Would you like to dance?” I asked.

“Dance?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “We’re at a ball.”

I extended my hand across the table and waited. There was a very good chance she was going to shut me down. I knew it and almost expected it.

When she put her hand in mine, the hope I felt at the beginning of the night returned.

There was a chance.

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