As if on cue, the Moraigthian girl suddenly appeared at the far end of the gardens. She was wearing one of her simple dresses and strolling arm in arm with her dark haired lady-in-waiting. The two young women had their heads bent together, absorbed in their conversation. Suddenly, the chit's laughter rang out.
Violet saw William's posture stiffen and his frame immediately swivel in the direction of the musical laughter.
She could see he was trying hard, so very very hard, to ignore the object of his desire and not look at her. But his efforts failed dismally. Unable to stop himself, he just sat there with eyes locked helplessly on her.
The chit didn't even blink his way as she walked past.
Brutally cold.
Could she really be oblivious to the prince's scalding stare? No, Violet concluded. She must've noticed the prince and is just pretending she didn't. I wonder where she learned to be such a skilled actress.
