"Oh," Claire said flatly, not even bothering to continue the conversation.
'What does some big shot's visit have to do with a nobody like me...?'
At the thought of the VIP she'd be meeting at the end of the month, Phoebe Lockwood couldn't contain her excitement. "Do you know who that VIP is? The most handsome prince in the history of the Western Continent, the most perfect man in the world, with over 200 million followers on Twitter. He's the one and only Little Prince Hale! Aren't you jealous?"
'Little Prince Hale?'
'In other words, Mrs. Hale's younger son...'
'Oh, God. If Little Prince Hale is coming at the end of the month, does that mean Mrs. Hale will be here too?'
'What if Little Prince Hale wants to see me then???'
Claire was deeply worried.
But on second thought, her worrying seemed a little pointless.
'By then, I'll be divorced from Adrian Quincy. Hosting Little Prince Hale will have nothing to do with me. What is there to be nervous about...?'
