Marx escorted Amaya to the banquet hall. They left Queen Zanzara and her assistant in the pavilion. Marx could tell that Zanzara was fuming. Her resolve to mask her anger with an expressionless face resulted in her face contorting awkwardly.
When they arrived at the banquet hall, a few dignitaries were already inside and surrounded Crown Prince Ibarra to greet him on his birthday.
"Marx!"
Amaya heard a familiar voice. Both she and Marx looked back at the same time.
Marx frowned when he saw Fiona walking toward them.
She was wearing a toffee-colored trench coat over her gown.
"If I knew that you were also invited, we should have come together," Fiona said as she hooked her hand on the crook of Marx's arm.
Princess Amaya glared at the hand that was holding Marx. Her reaction did not escape Marx's eagle-like eyes. His lips curled slightly. He thought that Amaya looked cute.
