QUEEN sat at her sleek mahogany desk, in one of the offices in her father's company, tapping her manicured nails impatiently against its glossy surface. Her body radiated with irritation as she shifted restlessly in her chair, her emotions flickering between frustration and disbelief. She had spent the entire morning through to the early hours of the afternoon basking in the glow of the event the night before, replaying every detail in her mind, the cameras flashing, the whispers trailing their steps, and the envious looks from other women. It had been a perfect evening, the kind she had dreamed of, standing beside Oswald Escobar, the most sought after bachelor....