/Tristan’s POV/“You look like shit” That’s the first thing the Prince of Wales heard as soon as he blinked his eyes open.Tristan squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his skin, making it almost impossible for him to adjust his vision. With a groan he sat up, pushing himself against the headboard while keeping his sheets intact. He had no intention of starting his day by flashing his bare body to someone. The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly had him blink several times. Zee stood by his bed, a frown on his face. What was he doing in the Princes bedroom? “What are you doing here?”“Your Royal Highness sent me here assuming you might have woken up by now.”Tristan snorted. No way he was going to be up before eleven in the morning. He had a late-night meeting with the ambassador because of their time difference. His eyes were almost bleary and ready to give out by the time they were done. “She thought wrong.”“No, kidding!” Zee huffed.“Why do you look like shit by the way!

 “All right, Princeling. I'm sure you are a fantastic rider, no doubt about it, but I have something important to ask." "Ask away." Jane swallowed. “Can I bail out of the party?” The bartender had no idea how she was going to keep her sanity at the party. Those people scared her. Above all, she didn’t belong in that crowd. It would be so easy just to pick her and toss out of that elite mob. That’s the only thing she kept thinking on her way back home.  “No! I already told you, Jane.” She sighed, staring at the wardrobe full of clothes. The biggest problem was she didn’t have anything that would make her blend in with the crowd. Something that won’t make her an easy target.  Chewing on her lips. “I am scared.” “Of what?” &ldquo

Jane quirked her lips at the girl in front of her. Who was she? The bartender couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She was imperially slim, tall and gorgeous. The purple lace dress showed off her curves with a slit at the thighs, exposing those sun-kissed legs. Her blonde hair was held by a flower pin, the long strands extending till her waist. Not a hair was out of its place. The girl had milky white skin, the purple shimmer on her cheeks, making her stand out. “Florence” Tristan breathed, his tone edgy.She even had the prettiest name! Jane flickered her eyes between the both of them trying to connect dots. But she failed. Florence smiled, “Good evening, Your Highness.”The Prince shook his head, “Oh, stop with that already! How are you?”His friends shared a knowing smile which made Jane frown. Was she missing something? It appeared as if Tristan’s friend knew her and whatever happened between Florence and Tristan. The thought made her stomach. She could totally picture them toge

She opened and closed her mouth as the scene unfolded in front of her. The rancid stench of the vomit followed by the Queen's glare on her was making it difficult to hold her stare. Jane heard the murmurs around her, the hushed voices making fun of her clumsiness.    

A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as those words sank in. What did the Queen want to talk about? Several thousand scenarios kept running through her mind. The bartender was sure that it had everything to do with the previous night incident. Her grip tightened on the seat.