Marrying a Prince (A Fake Marriage Series Book 4) by Anne-Marie Meyer

Author:Anne-Marie Meyer [Meyer, Anne-Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Marianna sat in the helicopter, gripping onto the armrests of her seat. She'd never been in a helicopter before, and she didn't like it. It felt like being in the car of a rollercoaster—which she also hated.

Plus, it didn't help that the conversation between her and Leo was playing in her mind over and over again. The feeling of him next to her. Touching her. Flirting with her.

All of it was cemented in her mind and wouldn't leave. And to top it off, her heart was betraying her. It pounded at the memory of his ridiculous smile or the way he winked when he was uncomfortable. She stared out at the setting sun, watching its light glide across the water. Caro bordered Italy and Slovenia. A small sliver that ran from Austria to the Mediterranean Sea.

The castle was on a hill that overlooked the ocean. Just beyond it was Trieste, Caro's largest city. Marianna had studied it as they passed by. It was beautiful with the different color buildings and rustic pavement. She couldn't wait to get down and see all that this beautiful country had to offer.

And perhaps, get away from Caro's confusing prince. That was on the top of her list.

The pilot set down on the helicopter pad in the back gardens, where a host of maids were standing, waiting to welcome the royal family. Marianna had never felt so out of place as she did walking alongside these women who were speaking a language she didn't recognize. They grabbed her luggage and whisked her into the castle.

Once in her room, she tried to keep her jaw from dropping. Dark wood ran the length of the floor and up the walls, ending in intricate carvings. She couldn't help but run her fingers across the filigree. Beautiful.

There was a huge chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling, catching the late afternoon rays and spreading them around the room. A king-sized four-poster bed sat along the far wall. A mound of pillows filled half of it.

"Are you okay, miss?" Adelina asked, stepping into Marianna's line of sight.

Thankfully, Adelina had been assigned as Marianna's maid. It made her feel more comfortable having someone she knew close by.

"Y-yes," Marianna stammered, snapping her jaw shut and nodding.

"Good. I will help you dress in proper attire so you will be ready for dinner."

Marianna glanced down at her outfit. A pencil skirt and blouse. What was wrong with what she was wearing? "I—um, what's wrong with this?"

Adelina snorted, and then her cheeks turned red. "Forgive me. I've forgotten my place. You look wonderful," she said, lowering her head and curtseying.

That wouldn’t do. Marianna reached out and touched Adelina's arm. "Nope. Not happening, sister," she said.

Adelina jumped as she glanced up at Marianna. "I'm sorry?"

Hmm, Adelina might not be up to date on her American lingo. "What I meant to say was, you're my friend, not my servant. You don't need to apologize if you speak the truth." Marianna lowered her voice and leaned forward.

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