“Did you know she set fire to the White House, Your Highness?” Didier Alois whispered.
His Serene Highness Prince Richard de Thierry of San Montico stared at the unlikely pyromaniac—a young woman with a heart-shaped face and striking emerald eyes that matched her gown. The fitted bodice accentuated her curves. Her curly auburn hair flowed like silk past her shoulders and glimmzered beneath the light of the crystal chandelier. Making her way along the great hall and the slow-moving receiving line, she curtsied and flashed a dazzling smile at dignitaries and royalty.
“Who is she?”
“Christina Armstrong, Your Highness,” Didier answered, loud enough to be heard above the din of the guests but soft enough to be heard only by Richard.
Trust Didi to know everything about the guests attending t
