"His Majesty, King Wesley of Astonville, is here!" a loud voice announced as the door of the hall opened. Wesley strode into the hall confidently, drawing gasps from the crowd. He smirked on his way to the stage, winking at any lady whose eyes met his.
Natalia lifted her head and, looking at the door, her eyes found his, and Wesley winked at her, and her heart skipped. She looked down, her neck turning red. Does he know I am his future wife? She thought, missing the sight of him giving the same wink to another lady sitting behind her.
Evie raised her head and gasped as a look of recognition flashed through her eyes, her jaw falling. She looked at the face before her and sighed in disappointment. The man she loathed the most was there before her. Michael Johnston. Of course, he is here too, she thought.
