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“Good day, Miss Grace,” he said.
“Hi, Henri,” I replied. “Have you seen Prince Oliver?”
He nodded. “I believe he is in his art studio at the moment.”
That caught me by surprise. He said he dabbled in art, but he had an entire studio? Of course, a prince could have anything he wants.
“Follow me.” Henri led me down the hallway, knocked on the studio door, then opened it. “Your Highness, Miss Fullerton is here to see you.”
I stepped inside the art studio and froze.
Easels, paints, frames, and other supplies were scattered throughout, and the beautiful natural light from the windows illuminated Oliver’s latest work-in-progress.
“This is amazing,” I said. “I thought you said this was just a hobby. It looks like a real art studio.”
“It is just a hobby,” he said.
I pointed to one of the finished paintings. “That looks like a Van Gogh!”
“Thank you,” was all Oliver said. “Is there something about the wedding you wanted to discuss?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. I just wanted to share a surprise with you. Can you come with me? It will just take a moment.”
“Of course. Show me what you’ve got.” He jumped up from his stool, quickly pulling off his smock, then followed me to my room.
“Uh-oh,” I said, noticing the door to my bedroom was open.
I peeked inside and glanced around.
The dog was gone.
Not good at all.
“What is it?” Oliver asked.
A blood-curdling scream echoed through the palace.
We sprinted down the hallways, our footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to keep up with Oliver’s long strides. As we rounded the corner, we skidded to a halt in front of the open doorway of the biggest bedroom I had ever seen, which I assumed was the queen’s.
One servant gestured inside the room, her hand over her mouth.
There, amidst a sea of ivory silk and tulle, was the adorable puppy I’d adopted for Queen Annabelle. Unfortunately, he was currently gnawing on an exquisite wedding gown train.
“No!” I shrieked, running inside the room to salvage what was left of the dress. “Drop it. Drop it.”
“Grace, what have you done?” Oliver whispered as he pulled up next to me. “And where did that dog come from?”
“What is all this ruckus?” came a furious voice from behind us. “And what are you doing in my room?!”
I flipped around, just as Queen Annabelle appeared in the doorway, her silver hair perfectly coiffed and her blue eyes blazing with anger.
I tried to unclench the dog’s jaws that were attached to the wedding dress. His vice-like grip and growl were impressive, but not helping in the least.
“What in heaven’s name?!” the Queen cried. “My wedding dress!”
Things were getting worse by the minute.
I blinked twice. “Your wedding dress?”
