CHAPTER FIVE
Phone pressed against his ear, Enrique paced the length of his suite. His shoes sank into the plush carpet.
The room was a pleasant blue, but he only saw red because of his stupidity. He’d made a fool of himself earlier. More than once. Which was the last thing he and his family had wanted to happen. “I’m making a mess of everything.”
“A literal mess?” Jules asked, her voice calm.
She’d been so perfect—the definition of what a princess and future queen should be, but two years of racing sailboats, battling the weather, the waves, and sometimes discrimination, had given her an even stronger steadiness he envied.
“I didn’t spill anything, but my words came out…wrong.” Twenty other adjectives would work, but he might feel worse and worry Jules. He hated burdening her, but sh
