Candice's POV
Candice looked at herself one last time in the mirror. She turned her head slightly to the left, then to the right, checking that everything was in order.
Her hair was pinned well. Her dress sat correctly. She looked like someone who belonged in this palace, and that was what mattered, especially when she was meeting with the queen… again.
She turned to face Henrietta who was standing by the door with her coat folded over her arm.
"I think the queen genuinely likes me," Candice said.
Henrietta smiled. "Everyone likes you, my lady," she said.
Candice shook her head. "No, not like that. I mean she truly likes me. She accepts me. As a wife for his highness." She paused, letting the thought settle. "She said she would be happy to officially welcome me into the royal family."
Henrietta's smile did not quite hold. "I would not go that far, my lady," she said carefully.
Candice arched a brow. "And what exactly do you mean by that," she said.
