I just wanted Aidan.

I was being a moron again. Of course, he was just saying what needed to be said.

I let a scream of frustration out into the night, hearing the anguish echo softly back to me in the light breeze.

Your heart is yours to give, it is no ones to take.

Yes, I’ve heard you each and every time you’ve asked. But, I’m not ready to have that conversation and I have bigger stuff going on right now than having a bonding session with you over things we shouldn’t be talking about in public anyway.

You’ve got to decide what’s more important, lady – following your fear or following your heart. If you pick heart, you’re gonna have to accept being scared to death, but what you get in the end could be better than you ever imagined.

I don’t know why you seem so offended that I’m interested in you, Amelia.

Excuse me. This is a private club and we don’t just allow anyone in here.

The what?” I yelped at the same time that she said, “Who’s a prince? Prince of what?

When I came out, the dress was waiting. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but a full-length, white, gauzy dress fit for a Roman goddess, wasn’t it. The dress was one-shouldered and had a thick, ropey silver belt around the waist. It was beautiful and set off my dark hair.