The prince looked immaculate in blue, the same deep shade as his eyes, and today, his long ash brown hair was loosely tied with a ribbon, resembling a dashing scholar albeit without a monocle. She could not help keep staring at him.
Her gaze then flitted to his handsome face, and though unsmiling, there were no signs of him suffering from the aftereffects of last night's inebriation.
'Did he already drink a hangover tonic?'
She quietly stood on side and when Arlan glanced her way, her heart skipped a beat.
She got hold of herself and spoke with her head lowered. "Good morning, Your Highness."
She didn't get any reply from the prince.
Peeking at his expression, he was no longer looking at her, his face still expressionless. She wondered, 'Does he remember everything? I hope he doesn't, or it would be so awkward between us. But what if he does? Then what should I do?'
Her mind was getting chaotic when she heard Neil speak.
