Victoria
I grumbled as I made my way to the carriage. Last-minute preparations were a hassle. And those were not to my liking, especially when the queen invites you.
Why in the world was I even invited to a tea party?
I was no friend with the queen or any other lady that would help the event. I had always kept myself away and more now that I had other important things than to waste my time with some trivial party.
The problem that bugged me the most was that the invitation was delivered by no other than the prince, her son. He was showing his face again after showing it at Alexander’s home a few nights prior to this.
It confused me why he acted that way, but I was getting a hunch about what it might be. There had to be something that he wanted from me.
A few of us knew the prince was
