I changed into a low-cut red dress with a scoop back and matching five-inch heels. I kept in my gold earrings. My lips were painted red and my eyelids gold, while my hair had been pulled back into a bun.
I made it out my door, wedding binder in hand, just in time to make it to the Lexington Hotel at exactly nine. While I was a bit annoyed at being forced to valet park, I was also a mixture of nervous and excited.
Had Andrew recognized me as his mate? Did he intend to…sleep with me?
“Crystal? Crystal Blanchard?” I heard a male voice say as soon as I entered the lobby.
I turned around to find a young, well-dressed man waiting for me by the front desk.
“Yes?” I said hesitantly.
“My name is Charles. I’m here to take you up to His Highness, Andrew Dubois. He just finished a banquet and is
