The next day, I drove to the mansion to talk to Andrew. As I ascended the stairs to the entrance, each step felt as though I were walking through quicksand. My heart thumped painfully against my chest, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
With a deep breath in and out through my nose, I knocked on the door.
Instead of Parker, the maid named Lisa answered the door.
“Hello, Ms. Blanchard,” she said quietly. “His Highness is not here right now.”
“Oh,” I replied, unsure of what to say next.
I had never really liked this Lisa, either. She was too meek, too mousy. It was almost as though she had something to hide.
“Well, do you know where he is?” I asked.
Lisa seemed to give it some thought, then nodded.
“Yes. He’s at Howler Park with Princess Aurora.”
My eyes narrowed. Heat raised
