Valentina didn't say any more words. She turned her face to the side as their orders were brought.
Everything in her told her she might be doomed to repeat the same mistakes she made at Neravalle if she didn't run away from this Prince guy.
Yet her mind was hell-bent on drawing comparisons.
"You only have to stay in the apartment he's offering until you get your own place," one voice said.
"He's not your kind of man, so there's no fear of falling for him."
"I didn't know she had a type."
"Well considering she was letting that one-man shove his tongue down her–"
Valentina screamed in her head, and the voices went silent.
"Mercimademoiselle. The croissant was delicious."
"You're welcome sir." Her eyes twinkled as she walked away.
Valentina overheard the interaction and felt a little giggly on the inside.
The girl was so smitten and it was quite cute for her to hear it in her voice.
