She was in a life-or-death situation when she was getting closer to Lord Killion second by second. She did not even know whether she was dancing or galloping. She smiled with every person she spun with and the music was not audible to her.
I hate you, Edmund. She blamed him.
Three men to go.
Two men to go.
One man.
And in the end, Princess Daniella was in Lord Killion's arms.
Lady Aster was in the Northern Duke's arms.
Oh! Die- Ella could stop her wild rambling in her heart but she had to freeze her surface for that. "Princess," Killion began to talk and she came back, pulled herself back. What a dazzling lobster. She was weak in front of the beauty of any Carmillion. He may have the look of a playboy but he was not one entirely.
