Flora felt annoyed that her father would ask her to get along with some bratty little girls but she clicked her tongue and said nothing else to avoid displeasing him. However, only she knew how angry she was inside.
'Let's see who this b*tch is,' she thought, gritting her teeth when suddenly, she heard her mother gasp the squealed. "Oh my, isn't that Jayden Bright, Maverick's son? When did he grow into such a fine young prince?"
Flora raised her head and followed her mother's gaze. For the first time in years, she finally understood what it meant to have your heart race at the sight of someone.
Her heart sped up, thumping so loudly in her ribcage that she could feel it. It was as if something sweet and beautiful had struck her and she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from his dazzling figure.
He was everything she wanted—he was the epitome of what she'd been searching for all her life.
The man from the steamy novels.
