Her eyes followed Gia's gesture, capturing a glimpse of Prince Astor's graceful stride. The man had the most swag, of course. It was why he was a legend among women.
Although, Afina still didn't know what he looked like before and it was because of her forgetful brain.
Not that she hadn't seen his face casually on some papers before.
She imagined the regal air that surrounded him and the flamboyant confidence that radiated from his every move.
As the next prince emerged from the door, Gia's voice held a hint of reverence. "And that's Prince Fionn. He's mischievous and full of wit. You'll often find him bringing laughter to those around him."
Something inside of Afina churned and twisted at the mention of that name and upon seeing that face from afar.
He was the only one who wasn't formally dressed. The prince exuded an air of boyish elegance, clad in a tailored blazer, a patterned shirt, well-fitted trousers, and sleek sneakers.
