Christabel's pov

The prince!

F*ck!

I gulped so many times. Blinking my eyes like a doll.

What am I gonna do? What am i gonna say to him?

"You twerk?" He arched his brow and my heart skipped many times as he stepped closer to me.

I didn't know what to say. Instead, I shook my head.

"My sister taught me." I replied with a smile. A fake smile. A nervous one at that.

"Hmm......am beginning to suspect you."

"Suspect? There's no skeleton in my cupboard."

He ignored my answer and stepped closer to me. He touched my face and patted my cheek.

"You can teach me how to twerk"...