In a world where hidden dangers lurk, Her Royal Highness Princess Evangeline Amelia Delacroix, remains blissfully unaware of the imminent threats surrounding her.
Little does she know that Damien Whitmore, a calculated and enigmatic businessman, hol...
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The royal palace of Mysore was alive with the sound of bells ringing, signaling the joyous union of Prince Abhiraaj and Princess Devya of Jaipur. The palace was filled with melodies and rhythms marking the start of their wedded life.
Evangeline, adorned in an elegant blue saree designed specially for her on the request of Prince of Mysore, she exuded grace and beauty as she joined in the celebration of love.
Despite the festive atmosphere, Evangeline couldn't shake the absence of Damien by her side. His last-minute meeting had forced him to miss the wedding, leaving her feeling a pang of longing for his presence. However, she found solace in the company of Princess Devya's friends, who ensured she had a good time and captured moments of the celebration in photographs as a tradition.
As evening approached, Evangeline prepared for the reception party, slipping into the golden gown she had tried earlier. Her hair was styled elegantly, and the final touches of makeup accentuated her features. Standing before the mirror, a smile played at Evangeline's lips as she recalled the moment she had shared with Damien while trying on the gown.
A soft knock at the door broke her reverie, and Sanjana, her attendant for the evening, greeted the visitor.
Evangeline's heart skipped a beat as Damien stepped into the room, dressed impeccably in formal attire. Through the reflection in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of his chiseled features and impeccably styled hair, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him.
With a silent nod, Sanjana discreetly exited the room, leaving Evangeline and Damien alone in their private sanctuary. Damien approached her slowly, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. Damien's presence beside her brought a sense of comfort, and it felt like she had finally breathed today.
"I was starting to wonder if I needed to find a new dance partner for the evening," she quipped, a hint of mischief in her voice. She wanted to let go off the tension between them. They were in a different country, they both knew what they felt for each other but were just stubborn to admit it. She did not want to burden him with all her worries from New York.
Damien chuckled, his voice low and husky. "And miss out on the opportunity to sweep you off your feet? I think not." he replied, his eyes lingering on her reflection with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
Then, in a moment of unexpected tenderness, Damien asked if he could give her a gift. Evangeline's confusion melted away as he presented her with a delicate necklace that perfectly complemented her outfit. She removed her own necklace, inviting him to fasten the new one around her neck.
As Damien's fingers brushed against her skin, a jolt of electricity shot through them both, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them. Evangeline's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing at his touch.
