Chapter Six“It’s a nice mornin’. Miss Angelina, just as I told you it’d be,” Emily said, as she pulled back the curtains.
Angelina lay with her eyes still closed and did not move.
She did not wish to face the world.
She only wanted to stay asleep and to forget that she had to wake up to the loneliness and the misery of knowing that she would never be with the Prince again.
Last night, when she had climbed into bed, she had cried until she was exhausted and her pillow was wet with tears.
Then she had forced herself to dream back into the moments of wonder when he had kissed her and when it had been impossible to think of anything but the closeness of him.
But she could not shut out from her mind or from her soul the passionate violence in his voice when he had said that he wanted her
