“Your Highness, you wouldn't mind if I had a seat next to my old friend, would you?"
Yes, yes I would mind, I thought to myself.
“Sure, Cami, go right ahead." As much as I wanted to say no, I also didn't want to create any problems. Nor did I want to let the prince know I cared who sat next to him or not.
“You're such a doll, your Highness." Cami's tone was full of condescension and her patronizing gaze was even worse. Her over-the-top smoky eye shadow looked like it was trying to burn me.
I pursed my lips together and continued down towards the only other empty seat at the long, glass dining table. It was next to Prince August. The man I thought I would be marrying.
I was now situated next to Cami and Prince August, who was at the head of the table, but the chairs were so far apart
