After a ride of twenty-five minutes, Amelia finally reached the grand venue for the so-called face-off between King Cyrus and Patrick.
She wore a peach-colored dress with black latex gloves that reached her elbows, exuding elegance and royalty.
She smiled at the driver before turning and walking to the entrance.
The guards stopped her.
"Invitation," They said simultaneously.
Amelia raised her brows.
Right. How could she forget? She was yet to be announced as a member of the royal family and Cyrus's wife.
She was just a random person, a healer, who came to watch the face-off.
She knew it. It was just unfortunate that she forgot to ask for an invitation letter from King Cyrus.
Amelia thinned her lips. Should she bother King Cyrus with such trivial matters? He must be forming strategies to win the face-off.
She licked her bottom lip and thought of calling Trevor instead.
However, before she could pull her phone out, someone held her elbow gently.
