Whispers sounded around me, speculation on who was copying who. Lilliana and my dresses were similar enough that the rumor mill was working overtime. Especially with the addition of the children.
The kids were now seated in their own private little table set up in the back of the room. They glanced around nervously as they ate.
The girl beside me at the main table said, “Well, someone certainly copied someone. Nothing is a coincidence at the palace.”
“She’s not wrong,” Julian said. “It’s obvious to me that Lilliana is copying you. Why else would she have a bunch of kids with her?”
“Well, I didn’t copy her,” I said firmly.
Julian waved around his soup spoon. “Think about it. By your own admission, you have now dated two of the three princes. Is it any big surprise that some of the girl
