*Liam*
After we re-entered the ballroom, Loral swayed her way over to say good night to my parents. Judging by the expressions on Mother and Father’s faces, they really like the princess of Avealon.
I narrowed my eyes.
Most men would feel privileged and fortunate to take Loral Throne’s hands and eventually become the ruler of her wealthy country—the most powerful country, to be precise.
But not me.
I watched people fawn and gush all over Loral through the party, treating her as if she were an angelic being, including my parents.
However, they were unable to see how fake she really was. From that attention-seeking grand entrance down the stairs to that eye-catching dress she chose to wear, showing off her slim legs and petite frame…
Everything she did was a carefully designed performance. She was only pretending to be kind and demure with a fake smile and suspiciously calm manner.