Princess Thief: Stealing Your Heart
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“You… you… traitor!” Olivia called after her. She snatched the sugar bowl off of the tea service and followed Marie out into the hall — but the front door was closed; Marie was already gone. Nevertheless, Olivia hurled the precious porcelain bowl at the wooden door, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.
She spun on her heels and ran down the hall sobbing, “Daddy? Daddy?! Daddy!!!”
* * *
Four days later, a well-rested, suntanned Sofia settled back into her seat and smiled. The private jet was virtually empty, save for a businessman three seats ahead of her, furiously typing away on his laptop.
“Would you like a pillow, miss?” the stewardess asked her politely.
“No, thank you,” Sofia smiled. “I’m quite comfortable.”
“Very good, miss. We should be taking off in about twenty minutes. That would put us in Paris by…” the stewardess flipped her wrist over and read her watch, “just before noon.”
“Thank you.”
“Where are you headed?” the stewardess asked.
“Back to college,” Sofia replied. “In America.”
“Oh, lucky you,” the stewardess gossiped. “I’ve always wanted to visit there. I’ve got a brother who-”
“Henriette!” the pilot popped open the cabin door and called out. “Can we get two sandwiches up here, please?”
“Coming,” the stewardess answered. She shrugged at Sofia in apology and walked away.
Sofia reached into her backpack and pulled out her tablet. The wedding videos had been uploaded to all of the social media sites by now; she tapped the screen and found the video she was looking for. “Wedding of the Century!” the Channel 6 headline declared. There was Juliette, looking stunning in her long white bridal gown and silver tiara, standing next to a very happy Guillermo, trying is best not to look goofy. Juliette’s raven hair was magnificent; her veil was delicately woven; she looked like an angel.
The video cut to Juliette’s entrance into the grand cathedral; there was her Uncle François, walking Juliette majestically down the aisle to give her away, arm in arm, as a string quartet played a bridal march. Sofia had never seen a prouder papa.
She raised the volume as a reporter holding a microphone appeared on screen. “But there are no plans for a honeymoon — not yet, anyway. The castle has announced that they will be undertaking a thorough review of the state orphanages in San Morrando. And King Guillermo himself will administer vaccines to the children at the Soldeu de la Casa orphanage tomorrow.”
Sofia giggled with delight. “She did it! I don’t know how she did it, but she did.”
For the first time in weeks, the princess felt relieved. She could go back to America knowing that the country was in good hands.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue