The suite they were in had the best view of the city, yet none of it mattered since all curtains were drawn for their security and privacy's sake.
Cracking her neck, Madam Chanel ignored the fact that her tea tasted nothing like tea but a cup of warm water with a pair of sweaty socks simmering inside the teapot. She eyed Olivia's cup and her eyes took a sneaky side glance at Maxen. The goofy grin painted on the prince's face told Chanel Greene that the tea was intentional—a representation of Maxen's ill-feeling towards her.
Placing the teacup back on the saucer, Chanel Greene straightened her back and planted her hands on her knees. "I don't want to waste your precious time, Your Highness. So if you have anything you wished to convey, I'm all ears." Chanel Greene smiled a practiced smile—one she mastered every morning in the morning. It looked sweet and innocent, one could be fooled by it if one missed looking her straight into the eye.
