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Ella Dove
He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.
“Lucky girl,” the announcer coughed out before calling the name on the parchment. “Princess Illyria of Alvannia.”
My heart sank hearing my name from the announcer. Where is a little bad luck when you need it?
I left the crowd and walked to meet Prince Deucalion. His lips curved into a cupid-bow smile as I approached him.
“Haven’t seen you in one of these before,” Deucalion commented as the music began. I silently fitted his stretched hand in mine, not knowing what to say. “You’re a silent one too,” he added, resting his oth
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