“Don’t mind her,” Shelby says. “She’s all bark and no bite. You don’t have to pay for her dress. The laundresses here are excellent. They’ll get the stain out. One time, I was wearing a white dress to a dinner party, and someone bumped my arm, and I spilled burgundy wine all down the front, and they
*Emily* “That stupid bitch!” I mutter to myself as I head back to my room to change clothes. Margaret and Betty are right behind me, agreeing with my every word, as well they should, but there’s nothing they can say to make me feel better. I know who the girl was. Hell, the entire kingdom knows.
“Is that so?” he asked. “Beta Adam was telling me earlier that his wife, Shelby, thinks the girl is a delight.” My face creases further. “Oh, dear King Gene, my cousin, my darling, that Shelby is something else as well. I’m afraid she’s not quite sophisticated enough as a lady to know what she’s sp
*Rose* “Miss Rose? It’s time to get up.” I hear Vienna’s soft voice next to me, but I don’t want to open my eyes. It took me forever to fall asleep the night before, and now that I am in dreamland, I don’t want to leave. It doesn’t matter that I can’t even remember what I was dreaming about. “Mis
With everyone else quiet, the king begins to speak. “Good morning, Alphas.” “Good morning, Your Majesty,” they all four say at the same time. I catch the eye of the man I saw in the garden the day before, and he winks at me. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I drop my eyes. The king doesn’t seem to noti
*Rose* In the chaos after the race, I learn nothing. I have no idea who the winner is. I don’t know the order the Alphas have finished, and no one can tell me what is happening. Alpha King Gene claps his hands frantically, clearly happy with the outcome, though I don’t know what it is. How does h
When I get out of the tub, I am not any more prepared than I was going in. But Vienna gets me all made up in a beautiful silver gown. She and a few other maids come in to do my hair and makeup. I look really pretty–for me–and the maids are all kind enough to tell me how “ravishing” and “gorgeous” I
*Rose*As Mark walks me out of the dining hall, amidst several other couples who are also leaving, I can’t help but raise my free hand to my nose.That Emily is awful! Why did she have to do that? Pointing at her nose to remind me that mine is too big?“Is everything all right?” Mark asks me, concer