51. Chelsea

Chelsea

I turned my head upward with the tiniest hint of a smile. When he smiled back, it caused my heart to start racing at its most rapid rate. Damn it! The grumpy Prince was smiling. I hadn't seen him smile like this until now. My eyes widened, and at that precise instant, our faces were so close to each other that I could feel his breath blowing against my face.

"Ahm!"

To the interruption of Ms. Beth's deliberate coughs, both of us lunged away from each other. I rolled my eyes while Alastair moved back to the dressing table and once again, fixed his hair, unnecessarily.

Ms. Beth couldn't stop herself from guffawing. "Would you like me to leave?"

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his handkerchief before stuffing it into one of the pockets of his jacket while shaking his head. "No. It is necessary for you to be here. Otherwise, she won't even touch the food."

My brows furrowed. My head was spinning from the realization that he had been correct the whole time. We had barel