MILA
Isabella leaned against a pillar. Even her nightclothes were elegant and expensive. It was a shame her face was always so pinched and angry.
“Sneaking into the Prince’s room?” she asked while raising an eyebrow. My face flushed, but I said nothing.
“He’s not even in there,” Isabella continued, pushing off the pillar and moving closer to me. “Not that a nobody like you would know, but the Prince spends his night in Fresia. He never sleeps here. So if you were hoping to slip in there and seduce him, I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”
I shook my head. “I wasn’t trying to seduce Felix.”
“His Royal Highness, Prince Felix,” Isabella corrected me. “And the Prince doesn’t want you anyway. What, you think that just because he helped you this afternoon that he could possibly be inter
