It all happened so quickly that I couldn't, in fact, none of us could process what had just happened. Prince Elijah was a scary man; I wouldn't ever want to provoke him. Not in this life.
"Hayley."
I jerk my head around to be faced with a broad back.
"I expect to see good results tomorrow." His voice fades into the distance and disappears along with the closing of the lifts.
"Not planning to disappoint," I speak to myself.
"I did not drive you here to act like an unsocialised freak. I am glad you stopped before the media caught on." Vivienne comes out of the private room with Camilla by her side; she seems to have calmed down. Her hair was once again in a neatly tied up low bun, and her tear-streaked face remained nonexistent.
At the same time, Mundy and Amelia gather around me with curious gazes.
"That's…uh…Camila found out about the mistress." I whisper, and they make a loud "OH" face in realisation.
