Clara’s POVWhy would the prince want to see me?I walked into the ballroom, the music playing softly in the background as people talked. Someone growled peoples heads began to turn.Whispers spread like wildfire.I ignored them there words meant nothing to me.“What the hell are you wearing?” Jacob came towards me, growling softly. “I told you to put the other dress on.”“I know.”“Then why the fuck didn’t you?” he kept his voice low “Rose is already embarrassed enough without you walking in here looking like…”“Clara, my dear.” The king said, cutting him off. “Come here”Jacob's mouth tightened, his eyebrows pulling together as he glared at me one last time before stepping to the side.The king stood in the centre of the room, one hand held out towards me. The man standing next to me stared at me.I knew who he was.Prince Ryan.I had seen enough portraits of the royal family growing up to recognise him.I stopped in front of them, bowing my head.“Your Majesty. Your Highness.”“Cla
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