Christina stood outside the white-paneled double doors, her heart pounding in her throat. The prince, the engagement ring, his bedroom.
Oh, man. His bedroom. The prince’s bedroom.
No one would believe this was happening. Well, maybe her family would, but no one else. She pinched her arm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
Prince Richard stepped in front of her and opened one of the doors. “Wait inside.”
“Your Highness?” She hesitated.
His I’m-better-than-you stare made her feel unwelcome, emphasizing the fact she didn’t belong. “What is it, Miss Armstrong?”
Christina might not have been royalty, but she was an Armstrong. She forced herself to look him straight in the eye. “I’m sorry for ruining your birthday.”
“Go on.” With his hand at the small of her back, he ushered her inside, onl
