It was difficult not to notice when she saw that old madam drag Maxixe away behind the curtains.
Kaoma wished she could think it was innocent but she was not naïve.
He had been heading her way before the vixen intervened and it would have been difficult not to notice him.
In order to not let her imagination run wild, she focused on keeping up with Lady Carlene who made a beeline for her husband through the thick, maddening crowd.
The attention had been drawn away from the lovely ladies, since all were now gossiping about the return of the Prodigal Prince and what that meant for the royal family.
Was he here to contest the throne and give the fickle Prince Reginal some competition?
All eyes had turned as they watched Maxixe stride towards lady Kaoma, even formal wear could not hide his hard, fit body.
