Alicia sat in the back of the car, stunned by Rowan’s reaction. She didn’t expect him to look at her like she was the entirety of his existence nor use such a term as ‘my Queen’, especially after ripping the dress apart, threatening Bianca and making a scene. Alicia thought herself as some sort of petulant child throwing a tantrum.
But boy, did it feel good after seeing the look on Bianca’s face from her actions and then by Rowan. He barely glanced in her direction, which doused her jealousy though her curiosity peered up at him. “How do you know Bianca?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Alicia hated that her question came out in such a way. She didn’t want to come off as a jealous woman. If they’d had a relationship then so be it, he was like eight or ten years older than her? She
