CHAPTER TEN
Talk about a living nightmare. Izzy needed to find a way to keep from being married off to a name on the queen’s list. And fast. Her future—her happiness—was at stake.
As she lay in bed, her mind raced fast enough to capture the pole position at Darlington Raceway. The clock read 2:04. No way she could sleep. Not with the conversation at dinner replaying in her mind like reruns of a TV show.
This situation could be its own series, a reality TV show called The Royal Kresimirs. The preview would consist of shots of each of them. King Dmitar saying Izzy needed to marry. Queen Beatrice rattling off names of potential husbands. Prince Niko interjecting his opinion on each man. Princess Julianna smiling as she attempted to keep the peace. Izzy racking her brain to find a way out o
