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covered as they drank from tall wineglasses, pretended to be enjoying making little talks even while watc

er to my advantage to hurt her father.” I crane my neck searching for her

ith Romania’s daughter. That girl’s beauty is almost

asp the concept of hard work and not getting things h

lia for a reason. She is

ngry that Tristan

ent doesn’t make her pure. Looks can be deceiv

are that I had walked into that one by myself. “You should know that.” He gave me a pointed stare and I

completely useless to what I need to do tonight especially when I have a

ld me what you plan t

” I said ignoring his disbelieving

blank face made him sigh. “Things aren’t always what i

nd almost like an artist's thoughtful image which he spends countless sleepless nights on, every feature, every crease caused by a frown, defiance shining br

reason why all these leering ogling men were here and as I expected, the demure little missus on the newspaper was a façade to hide the arrogance I could now clearly see but

eet smile that I could see from feet away, but the kid who was supposed to be making her a wife soon and had his hands possessively all over her couldn’t take notice of, it was the amusing

rimes. She just had this bit of sunshine ray to her that was hard to miss regardless of how much you wanted to hate her, how much she hat

uld l

junior but I couldn’t help but notice the provocative dip in front

special about this kid that was making me lose complete control o

then left the room. I found myself quickly mumbling what was supposed to be

ical grand “Apleninca pinnacle” after all, that I had spent most of my childhood and naivety gaping in awe at every picture of it I could find featured in one of the fashion magazines my sister usually keeps that made me entertain thoughts of how grand it’ll be to live in a house that had lots of undiscovered rooms and you’ll need a to

ndless journey, I ducked underneath the bend of the staircase as she looked beh

ing off about her that I couldn’t place my hand on. She was wearing the same dress, the damn tiara that looked li

been more focused on things like her eye colour, hair and height made me realize she was less smart than I gave her credit for but remembering that her fiancé was too wasted to care and wouldn’t

ours, to be more specific an amount of pink colours that should not even be allowed and encouraged in the room of a 6 year old. The only thing that gave a clue that this room might belong to someone who wasn’t 4 and obsessed with Barbie

its cover, she was truly a spoilt overgrown three-year

my brows the minute I was done getting over the state of the

s room and wasn’t the one who walked out minutes ago so where the hell was she? because the last

ep I was coming out to look like, but my eyes caught something so insignificant yet I walked closer to the huge intimidating frame of a Russian

l like Amelia struck me as the type that would see to it that her maids work out the full value of thei

e it was an intricately patterned hidden door wh

ns she used this exit I doubted Rom

er room instead it was illuminated with fire torches on iron stands that I bet she had just lit. Fire Torches were one of the reasons I