Blake accepted the food poisoning excuse. Readily, in fact. “That explains the reports I got of a princess running through the corridor earlier,” she said drily. “Trying to get to the dressing room?”
“I didn’t want to get anything on my dress,” Maddie replied, putting her shaking hands behind her back and holding them there. She was pretty sure her skin …
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