A servant?

Without saying a word, I stood there. Her mere presence set a fire beneath my veins. What surprised me was the fear that ran along with the rage.

A part of me feared she had the power to win him over from me. Even if I wanted to have nothing to do with that crazy man, I disliked her more than I should. I didn't forget how gentle he was with her the other day. She was close to him. And not to forget, she was a woman to stare at.

A petite blonde woman and a tall man in their late fifties appeared behind her. Money and power screamed from their presence.

The man raised a brow at me. "You are?"

"Uh, she is…" As Roxanne started, the woman cut in.

"Must be a servant. What are you waiting for? Let Her Highness know that she has guests." She eyed me up and down. My faded jeans, black T-shirt and old pair of heels didn't stand up to her standards.

My fists clenched as Roxanne's eyes widened. But not to my surprise, she didn't amend the woman, who must be her mother seeing the similarities