Ella POV
When Alexander and I entered the lobby on our way to the parking garage, August was already waiting for us, his expression tight with concern.
“Diana just stormed out,” he informed us.
“Follow her,” Alexander instructed without hesitation. “Keep your distance, make sure she doesn’t see you—I want to know what she’s really getting up to in the capital.”
“Yes, sir.” August nodded sharply before turning on his heel and disappearing through the doors.
Alexander and I hurried to one of his favorite cars and slid inside.
The King’s house was a short drive away, and if we were quick, we’d arrive just as the press conference wrapped up. We needed answers. Why Amanda? What had changed?
As he drove, I reached for Alexander’s hand, intertwining my fingers with his. I c
