Anna couldn't sleep a wink throughout the night. She kept turning and tossing till dawn.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photographs again. She knew she wasn't supposed to be bothered about it, but there was no denying that she was.
She turned to the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket tighter around her, as if that could block out everything; the hurt and the feeling of betrayal.
Apparently, Aidan didn't like her like she thought he did. Or he didn't like her as much as she liked him.
This was enough reason to let go. This was enough reason to sign the damn agreement his mother brought over.
But her pride was still in the way. She turned again, thinking about the picture.
Has Aidan finally realized pursuing would bring him nothing but shame? Princess Helena seemed like a good match for a Prince like. She was a Princess, and she had the sophistication meant for a Queen.
