Chapter 44

"We? You mean you," I exclaim, rolling my eyes just as the worker bows her head and turns to the King. "How can I help you?" I let Leo do the talking as he explains he needs me in a beautiful dress for a ball, one that sweeps the floor and is fit for a Queen. The Queen comment makes my jaw clench, wanting to punch him in the face, but it's a common term for someone wanting a dress to top all the others. For ten minutes the woman goes over the different fabrics and lengths, Leo listening as I stare out the window to see teenage girls passing bye, whispering as they point. I can't believe I would have been one of these girls, only I knew age difference at that age. Hell, how old is Leo anyway? I'm betting he told me one night, but I don't recall his age at all. Sure, I'm legal at the age of eighteen now, but just how old is the King? "What color were you thinking for this event?" the worker asks, pulling out a small book of