*Ainslee*

“Zoey, you can leave for now, thank you,” Rafe tells the maid. She hesitates, looking from him to me, as if I also need to tell her it’s okay. He’s the prince; who am I to argue with him? Well, over that anyway. I nod, and she scurries out the door, but I don’t think she’s gone too far. She’ll need to come back in a bit because I’m not sure I can unzip this dress. Thoughts of Rafe being the one to unzip it enter my mind, and I almost laugh out loud. Yeah, uh, that’s not what this conversation is going to be about.

“Well?” I ask...