Alya POV
Marco bowed down before saying, “Good evening, Your Royal Highness.”
I was used to being with commoners. My maternal grandparents are commoners; Grandma Fia is a commoner; most of my friends are commoners. I do not judge people based on their looks and background. But I haven’t come across a person who gave me the creeps. And worst of it all, he’s a friend of my best friend.
“Good evening.” I prayed silently that he wouldn’t stay for the evening and would get out of the house immediately.
People would be in awe or amazed by our presence. It was nothing to brag about. It comes with being a princess and being the future queen. As for John, he was more used to the attention with all the females fawning over him. But the look this Marco was giving me was making me uncomfortable.
