The words poke like a sharp dagger and pierced her badly. But more than that, she was hurt by the way he had left. By her hot and cold behavior that he had showered on her.
"I have not asked you to bring me here." in this ballroom and in this world. It was his decision. He believed that she could be the lost princess. She could be one of them when she had known from the start that the plan was a disaster.
She took quick steps toward her room. Ha! The thought was bizarre. How could that room be hers when she had nothing to do with the house. Rage, hot and fresh was like a furnace, ready to burn anything around it.
She paused and took a deep breath, two until she was able to think.
"He was not disappointed in you. He was disappointed with your progress. Perhaps your dance was worse than you thought." but she had played better when he had guided her. He could have guided her in the dance too. But he was silent all that time.
