Page 266 of Naughty Nelle

“My love, I know the perfect school for Calla. Lots of royal tykes go there.”

Marcella! My body stiffens as she glides toward us.

“Tell me more,” says Gallant.

“It’s a boarding school in France.” Her tone is as obnoxious as the big fat diamond on her finger. She throws her arms around The Prince and shoots me a patronizing smile that clearly says, “He’s mine!”

I eye her frostily and step away. “Good night. It’s been a long day.”

The PIW twists her ring. “Jane, didn’t you forget something?”

Screw her curtsey. I stalk out of the room.

“Jane, wait!” shouts Gallant.

I do not turn back to see his expression.

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