Meanwhile, in the Armand estate.
Kliatana lay sprawled across her silken bed, arms wrapped tightly around a large body pillow, Her legs kicked lightly in the air, frustration and giddy longing battling inside her like a storm trapped under royal sheets.
"Ughh… where is he!?"
Her voice came out in a muffled whine, buried into the pillow.
"Javier!! You said you'd help! You promised to come up with a plan! A strategy! Something brilliant to get me close to your brother!"
She spun around, tangled herself in the blanket, and groaned louder.
"You're supposed to be a genius! A manipulative, sneaky, ridiculously clever genius! How hard is it to arrange one accidental meeting between a girl and her beloved future husband?!"
She sat up with a pout, hair slightly disheveled, eyes burning with dramatic despair.
"It's been hours! HOURS!!"
A pause.
Then she flopped back down with a dreamy sigh.
"…Heres…"
That soft whisper echoed in the room like a sacred name.
