Aceline gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms. Who was that girl, and why was Prince Thassasalin smiling at her? Is she the reason he refused their engagement? That girl thinks she could take what belongs to her? The prince had never smiled at Aceline before.
As if sensing her jealous gaze, the girl turned and met her eyes. Aceline's snarl faltered for a moment, replaced by a forced smile that barely masked her seething resentment. The girl looked away, but Aceline could feel the weight of her disdain. Clearly, her reaction bothered the prince, as he glanced up, his expression troubled.
Aceline seized the opportunity to compose herself, waving in a reserved manner, trying to display poise and grace despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. However, when her eyes
