|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“Why is she dancing with Javier?”
“I don’t know. Ask her,”
I saw from my peripheral how Isabel harshly turned in my direction. I gritted my teeth and click my neck sideways, suddenly feeling the ache from my neck after a few minutes of staring at the dance floor where Mirrielle is.
“You let Javier dance with her?” she asked once again. I sighed heavily and turned to my side, where Isabel is seated. Antonio is standing a few meters away from us. He is at the other end of the platform with some of his advisors and some members of the council. And Antonio requested if I could company Isabel for a few minutes as he talks to his people privately. And who am I to decline the King’s request?
“Why? You seem to like the duke, your highness? You are even trying to
