Ella clutched her skirt tightly, so tightly that the tips of her fingers began to ache from the pressure. She barely noticed.
The two men stood before her.
Her breath caught as her gaze moved slowly from Nathan's face… to Prince Adam's.
"Prince Adam?" Her voice nearly broke as she spoke his name.
The dark-haired prince lowered his head in a respectful bow before lifting his eyes to her, offering a warm, composed smile.
"Greetings, Lady Ella," he said. "It is good to see that you are recovering. How are you feeling?"
Ella quickly lowered her gaze and curtsied, masking the flicker of disappointment that had already begun to creep across her face.
"I feel much better, Your Grace. Thank you."
"Prince Nathan informed me that you had some questions for me?"
Ella pressed her lips together. The longer she looked at him… the longer she listened to his voice… the more something inside her unraveled. When their eyes had first met at the ceremony, she had been certain it was him.
