Forty

My mind fluttered away, anxious that D-Day had finally approached. Aunt Helena didn't make it, and I was sure that I would see her on the mainland.

Half in anticipation and half in dread, I prayed that everything would work out smoothly.

It wasn't as exciting as a competition would be, as the girls already knew the winner, but that was the least of my worries. All I wanted was for this to be over so I could live happily ever after with Adonis without anyone interrupting us.

On D-Day, we were getting dressed, and the private helicopters were already outside to fly us. I felt a little sad to leave this beautiful place, so full of peace and far away from the madness and complexities of life.

"What's on your mind, my queen?" Natalia joked behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I need to make sure that your makeup is perfect."

My stomach churned, and I felt impelled by the gazes that I would get from people, knowing that there was no way in hell my father wouldn't find out. I didn't