I blink away tears, frustrated that they’ve formed at all. It’s not like this ever could have become permanent. It was one long, surreal dream, and I’m lucky that it lasted as long as it did.I stumble toward the line of cars in front of the palace, hoping that none of the arriving guests notices me. I wish I had something to hide my face. A fan would work. I should have stolen Natalia’s when I had the chance. It would have served her right.“Going somewhere, my lady?” Rashad opens a car door.I’m so relieved to see a friendly face. “Do you remember the first place you took me?”“Prince Street. Halfway down. I remember every stop.”I try not to wince at the street name. “That’s the one. You’re good.”“That’s how I stay employed.” Rashad waits for me to get settled, then closes the door behind me.As he walks around to the driver’s seat, I quickly dab my eyes with my sleeve.Rashad looks at me in the rearview mirror. “It’s none of my business, but are you all right, my lady?”I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.
