Once the dance was over, even more people approached her, but this time to compliment and fawn over her footsteps or the way her dress swayed.
They were even more careful with their words, most likely realizing the King was deeply smitten by her. None of their compliments mattered, it went through one ear and out the other.
Adeline had smiled whenever needed and laughed whenever necessary. The only time she was in her truest form was when the Claymores came to visit her, with large, genuine smiles.
The Mardens hadn't come. Neither did Asher.
"Okay, Addy, I only have five minutes to tell you this." Lydia turned in her seat when everyone wasn't looking, especially her parents. The King was occupied by the twins and some foreign embassy.
"You know what happens during the wedding night don't you, my dear, innocent friend who reads too much erotica but has experienced nothing."
