SAMANTHA
I slipped back into the penthouse as quietly as I could, but the moment the door clicked shut, I knew I was in trouble.
The servant stood in the center of the living room with her arms crossed and her foot tapping against the floor. Her face was tight and her lips were pressed together. Her eyes were narrow.
"Two hours," she said, her voice was sharp. "You said ten minutes. Ten minutes, Miss Samuels. I gave you ten minutes."
I closed the door behind me. "I am sorry."
"Sorry?" She threw her hands in the air. "Do you know what time it is? Do you know how long I have been searching for you? Prince Darlington is waiting too and I haven't prepared you. He won't be pleased."
"I lost track of time."
"You lost track of time?" She stepped closer. Her voice rose. "I searched the dining hall. I searched the gardens. I searched the corridors. I even asked the guards if they had seen you. They looked at me like I was insane."
"I did not mean to worry you."
