Chapter thirty eight: Don’t you dare

Arya’s POV

It’s simply becoming troublesome, having to look over my shoulders every three seconds, just because I’m exchanging words with a male specie. I need to end this conversation quick otherwise someone’s eyes might really make me trip and loose a tooth.

Meeting the person before me struck me as a surprise indeed, but then again how could I not have expected him to be present, he’s a Prince for crying out-loud, if he wasn’t present in such an occasion crawling with every aristocrats and men and women of prestige where else would he be found? But I must admit, this puts us in an awkward puddle, well at least for me. After that epic failed proposal, I’ve been doing my uttermost best to avoid him but here we are standing next to each other. ‘Urgh! Just when I thought I’d escaped the lord of attention, another swings by and may I just say- the ladies love him. Now I’m yet again receiving numerous stolen glances that stared spiteful daggers at me. Oh, let’s not forget the figure cou