"No! Don't!" she whispered fervently, forming a cross gesture with her hands. "Shut your mouth!"
This could be the doing of the Prince, aka Bright, aka former lover.
Mentioning his uncle's name would only jeopardize his position, Emma thought.
Fortunately, Cole complied, though confusion was evident on his face.
Glancing at his watch, he realized the curfew was rapidly approaching. With a resigned sigh, he chose to make his way back, leaving Emma in the hands of the house staff.
As the staff guided Emma into the grand residence, she breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that a potential confrontation had been skillfully avoided.
While Cole made his way back in his car, Emma remained within the royal residence. The air in the grand hall hung heavy with unspoken tension, and Emma couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment.
