16 Zara

16

Zara

You have always been a terrible liar, Princess.

God, fuck him and his handsome as ever face.

If I put anymore force on the heels while walking, I was sure I would break them. But I was angry. Frustrated, and a bit sad. At the man-who-must-not-be-named and at me. After two years, changing my hair, the way I look, everything I had tried, and I still hadn’t changed.

I was still a weak Princess who was living in a small rented house instead of a Palace. That’s the only thing that had changed. Nothing else.

“I saved you a seat, sweetcheeks!” Noah called out, the round tables where everyone was already siting around in their own little groups.

Ivy sat with us, her group of friends with three chairs empty.

Before I could ask Ivy about the man-who-must-not-be-named, she stood up, a grin on her face as she looked over my shoulder.

“Robert! Zara, come on I will introduce you to my brother.”

What? No!

But she was oblivious to my expression and turned me around to face him, my nos