Lily
It is almost dark when Vince and I are finally alone. We spent most of the day with Sir Malay and a lot of Vince’s friends. This man is truly a socialite. He meant it when he said he fits in better with civilian than with royals. His friends are decent, genuinely kind people. I like all of them. Somehow, they are convinced that we are an item. Maybe I am not too bad at lying after all. I rest my head on his shoulder as we watch the stars light up the sky. Now is the time to get my answers.
“Prince Vincent of Noan.”
“Mmh?”
“How much exactly does this dress cost?”
He looks down at me and flashes me that smile.
“Much less than you are worth.”
“Stop charming me and tell me the truth,” I say firmly and avoid his eyes. I will end up blushing and will not get my answers if I gaze bac
