After royal laws, coronation training, and being taught the Mecca Island Waltz, Jett ate dinner alone. Soon after, he returned to the library to study. It was far enough away from the rest of the guest to focus on his notes. "I have never worked so hard to impress a woman in my life. This is nuts," he chuckled to himself.
"Hopefully, she's worth it." Bella snuck in, closing the door behind her.
Jett jumped up from his chair, rushing to pull Bella in his arms, kissing her over-and-over. "Bella, what are you doing here? If you get caught..."
"Shh. We won't. The king is sleeping. The guards are on shift change. I had to see you. I'm sorry about all this. You don't have to do it. I'll understand if you don't want to escort me to the ball. I know it's a lot to ask," she sighed with a look longingly.
