Nathalia POV
It’s already six-thirty and I have not yet taken a shower. I have not even chosen what to wear. I got my phone from my table and, indeed, Mathilda had sent a message about her emergency. Browsing through websites, I checked on the clothes worn by royalties during a casual day out. Casual to me is jeans, but why do these royals are still wearing A-line dresses?
By six-forty-five, I changed my pajama set to a simple shirt and skirt, then went to the dining hall for breakfast. Greta, my other staff friend, must have seen my worried face. She let me sit at her table with her usual mates knowing that Mathilda is out of the palace.
“What’s wrong?”
Can I tell them that I will be going to the weekend market and that the Prince had invited himself to go too? It would be better to b
