Part 22. Golden gown girl

 “All right, Princeling. I'm sure you are a fantastic rider, no doubt about it, but I have something important to ask."

"Ask away."

Jane swallowed. “Can I bail out of the party?”

The bartender had no idea how she was going to keep her sanity at the party. Those people scared her. Above all, she didn’t belong in that crowd. It would be so easy just to pick her and toss out of that elite mob. That’s the only thing she kept thinking on her way back home. 

“No! I already told you, Jane.”

She sighed, staring at the wardrobe full of clothes. The biggest problem was she didn’t have anything that would make her blend in with the crowd. Something that won’t make her an easy target. 

Chewing on her lips. “I am scared.”

“Of what?”

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