Chapter 3
Leopoldo wore his royal blue sash for formal occasions as the Crown Prince and straightened his gold shoulder tassels. His mother had sent him files on Anna that he’d skimmed but Francesca was due to arrive any minute. In his royal suite, he sat in the adjoining breakfast nook he now used for his office and closed his laptop, his mind buzzing with the medical report that said Anna Camila was in peak shape for children.
Francesca entered his office. His mother had also included reports of Francesca’s drinking and her late night social life.
Black mascara dripped down her cheeks from a torrent of tears. He wished his guards hadn’t let her in.
He fastened his medals on the sash as she cried and fell to her knees. “You can’t marry her, Leo. You can’t.”
He shouldn’t have skipped
