“Miss Rosefield. Prince Alec has asked for you.”

Bianca snaps her head away from the sunrays seeping in through the window to the maid servant. With tightened lips, she nods at Elora, giving her a nervous smile.

“Why is the prince asking for you? I told you to stir clear of him. He’s bad news.”

“Trust me, I know that now.”

“So, you did get involved with him?” Elora’s eyes pop out of its sockets. “Miss Rosefield, it’s the best if you don’t—”

Bianca impatiently cuts her off. “I’ll handle it. Thanks.”

Clenching her fists, she gathers the courage to walk out from the comfort of her bedroom and into...