Forty-one:
Fiona Fallon
Engaged.
I was engaged to the Prince of the Netherlands. There had been no asking for my hand, no falling in love. I’d just been told that I was engaged to him by him at the dinner table. When Lord Bram exited, the rest of the evening past in a blur. The men, including my apparent fiancé, departed from the dining room. Meaning I was left alone with Duchess Issa, Lotte, and Zoe who was glaring daggers at me like I’d stolen something from her.
“I don’t…I don’t understand,” I said, “what just happened?”
Duchess Issa coughed and smiled. “The Prince has proposed to you. Love at first sight! How lovely.”
“It is illegal for another man to touch the Princes fiancé without his consent,” Lotte explained,
