In Pursuit Of A Princess. Donna Clayton
cup. “Francie!”
Her friend giggled. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re alive and well. With all the silent treatment I’d thought you’d died right where you sat.”
Sighing, Ariane pursed her lips for a moment. Then she said, “I am alive and well. And I agree with everything you just said. The prince is a handsome man. And he looked delectable last night.” She grinned. “And I did notice his butt. Are you happy now that I’ve bared my soul?”
Francie grinned with clear delight.
Then Ariane’s shoulders drooped a fraction and she lifted her chin determinedly. “But tell me something…what is the fabulous prince going to say once he learns that I’m no longer a princess?”
The pleasure slowly slid from Francie’s expression.
“I’m here on a mission,” Ariane continued firmly. “I’m on an assignment that just might help our countrymen. That’s what I have to focus on.”
Francie looked contrite. “Yes, but there was no royal proclamation that said you couldn’t have a little fun while you’re here.”
Ariane shook her head in disagreement. “That kind of fun will only lead to hurt and heartache. For everyone involved.”
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