TIARA THORNELLS
Next time, I’ll make absolutely sure I’ve taken a bath before I go anywhere near the vampire royal highnesses. Especially Prince Zatan.
The thought echoed in my head as I walked down the winding stairs of the tower, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. I couldn’t shake the feeling of shame, and I was trying hard not to let it show as I quietly slipped back into the kitchen.
“Tiara! Hey, how are you? Did you talk to Prince Zatan?” Elara asked the moment I stopped beside her. She had taken over the task I’d left earlier, chopping cabbage with a steady rhythm.
“Y-Yes,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.
“You sure? You don’t seem okay,” she replied, her tone shifting to concern. “Did something bad happen?” Her voice was gentle, but serious now. She must have notic
