Paris watched quietly as the red-haired country girl moved about the room.
She responded exactly like his father's old butler, moved like him, and made coffee exactly the way that he did.
A commoner—a civilian—would never be exposed to such details of expertise.
How did she get her exposure?
Was she truly a commoner?
Davis…
Why didn't the name ring a bell?
“Pardon me, Sir. May I be excused?"
Her classes started in fifteen minutes.
Paris raised his wrist and glanced at his gold watch. He folded the newspaper and stood. He needed to observe her more.
“Before you do, I'm changing the terms of our deal."
Maria lifted her surprised face, a hint of worry in her emerald gaze.
The prince turned.
Immediately, the emotions vanished from her face.
Flashing a bright smile at t
