MEGAN

I SIGHED, a long deliberately sigh and paused a moment before I stepped into the King’s mansion.

After my long talk with Mom in the morning, and she seemed okay, I received a call from Camila, inviting me to come over tonight. I missed them, but I understood why we couldn’t do it like we used to.

“Meg!” Camila looked stunning than ever in her white strappy dress.

“I thought you’re drowned in wine with his come and magically turned into a vine in Italy.” I pulled her into a hug.

“Touché. I missed your bad mouth though.” She chuckled heartily.

“Really? So how was your honeymoon? Did he...