Not-So-Perfect Princess. Barbara WallaceЧитать онлайн книгу.
like Princess Grace, who had been forced to stop acting because someone said the people of Monaco wouldn’t be happy if she returned to making movies. Life for many royals didn’t always have a happy ending.
“Thank you, Yvette.” The retro-style pink-and-white suit had been purchased on a recent trip to Paris. Jules tucked a strand of hair into her French roll. “I’m sure the hairstyle helps.”
“Prince Enrique will be impressed.”
“Let’s hope so.” Jules tried to sound cheerful, but her words felt flat. She doubted Enrique would be impressed by anything she did. He was nothing like … Alejandro.
She couldn’t imagine Enrique cradling her in his arms and offering sympathy while she cried. He would have cursed her tears, not wiped them away as Alejandro had.
A black sheep? Perhaps, but he was taking her sailing. She guessed he was more of a good guy than he claimed to be.
She smiled. “Perhaps I’ll make an impression on the entire royal family.”
“Not Prince Alejandro.” Yvette sounded aghast. “I’ve been told to stay away from him.”
The words offended Jules. She would rather spend time with Alejandro than Enrique. “Who said that?”
“One of the housekeepers. She’s young. Pretty,” Yvette explained. “She said Prince Alejandro has a horrible reputation. Worse, his taste in women is far from discriminating. Royalty, commoner, palace staff, it doesn’t matter.”
Alejandro had warned her about the gossip. But the words stung for some reason. “That could be a rumor. The press loves to write about royalty whether it’s true or not. People will believe almost anything once it’s in print or on the Internet.”
“The housekeeper sounded sincere, ma’am,” Yvette said. “She’s especially concerned about you.”
“About me?” Jules remembered the warmth of Alejandro’s body and the sense of belonging she’d felt in his arms. He could have taken advantage of the situation and her emotional state last night, but he hadn’t. He’d acted like a friend, not a man who wanted some action. She’d actually been a tad bit disappointed he hadn’t found her desirable.
Silly. Pathetic, really. She straightened. “I appreciate the warning, but I’m going to be Alejandro’s sister-in-law. He doesn’t see me in the same way as he sees other woman.”
Doubt filled Yvette’s eyes. “I hope you’re correct, ma’am.”
Jules didn’t. She wouldn’t mind being wrong about this. Alejandro was … attractive, but the way he’d made her feel on the beach—understood, accepted, safe, ways she’d never felt before—intrigued her the most. After tonight, following the housekeeper’s advice and staying away from him would be the best course of action. No matter how much a tiny part of Jules wished he were the one she was marrying.
Better squelch that thought. Alejandro was going to be her brother-in-law. Nothing else.
“Don’t worry.” She raised her chin. “I’m not about to risk my match with Enrique for a fling with a self-avowed black sheep.”
Even one who was gorgeous and sailed and sent tingles shooting through her. More reasons to keep her distance.
After tonight.
Tonight would be her first chance to experience freedom. The initial step in figuring out how to be an influential princess and her own person.
“That is smart.” The tight lines around Yvette’s mouth relaxed a little. “Being matched to a man outside Aliestle would be a dream come true for most of our countrywomen, ma’am.”
Be careful what you wish, or in this case, ask for.
Jules recognized the maid’s wistful tone. She’d sounded the same way on more than one occasion. The weight on her shoulders felt heavier. She wanted life to be different for her countrywomen. “Has a match been secured for you?”
“Yes, ma’am. A very good match.” Yvette gave a half smile. “One that will be advantageous to my family.”
“That’s excellent.”
“Yes, ma’am. We marry in two years, after I complete my obligations on the palace staff.” The look in Yvette’s eyes didn’t seem to agree with her words. “I am … most fortunate.”
Most likely as fortunate as Jules. Her heart ached. She wanted men to treat the women of Aliestle with respect, consideration and love. Not like commodities.
When Brandt became king …
Yvette adjusted her starched, white apron. “I transferred the contents of your handbag into the purse, ma’am.”
“Thank you, I’ll …”
A high-pitched noise sounded outside the bedroom door. Not quite a squeal, but not a squeak, either.
Yvette’s forehead creased. “It sounds like a baby, ma’am.”
Jules hurried to the door and opened it. The noise sounded again. She glanced around the empty hallway. A black ball of fur scratched at the door across the hall.
“You’re correct, Yvette. It is a baby. A baby cat.” Jules picked up the kitten who pawed at her. A long, white hair above his right eye bounced like an antenna in the wind. “I can’t imagine someone let you out into this big hallway on purpose. Did you escape again?”
The kitten stared up at her with clear, green eyes.
Her heart bumped. She’d always wanted a pet. This one was adorable.
“I can see where he belongs, ma’am,” Yvette offered.
“I’ll return him.” The kitten wiggled in Jules’s hands. She cuddled him closer in hopes of settling him down. He rested his head against her arm and purred. “I know where he belongs.”
With Alejandro.
Anticipation spurted through her. She wanted to see him. Because of the sailing, she rationalized. That was the only reason. Anything else would be too … dangerous.
“Cat?” Alejandro checked the closet, the bathroom, under the bed and beneath the other furniture. No sight of the furball anywhere.
The kitten didn’t come running as he usually did.
Maybe he was locked in the bathroom? Alejandro checked. No kitty.
The last time he’d seen the kitten was before his shower. He glanced around the apartment again. A vase with colorful fresh-cut flowers caught his eye. Those were new.
Only Ortiz knew about the kitten. If whoever delivered the flowers had left the door to the apartment open, the kitten could have gotten out.
Alejandro ran to the door and jerked it open.
Julianna stood in the doorway.
He froze, stunned to see her.
A smile graced her glossed lips. Clear, bright eyes stared back at him. Her pastel-pink suit made her look like the definition of the word princess in the dictionary.
She was the image of everything he didn’t like in a woman—royal, wealthy, concerned with appearances. He shouldn’t feel any attraction toward Julianna whatsoever. But he couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful face.
Awareness buzzed through him. Strange. Alejandro didn’t usually go for the prim and proper type. But this wasn’t the time to examine his attraction to her. He needed to find a kitten.
“I—”
“I was about to knock,” she said at the same time. “Look who I found.”
Alejandro followed her line of sight. The kitten was sound asleep in her arms.
Relief washed over him. “I was on my way out to look for