Shit! Shit! Shit!
That was the only word that repeated in her mind as she came face to face with the last person she wanted to see tonight. She wished to blink to wake herself from this nightmare, but even her eyes seemed to fail to obey her command.
Fortunately, she got her lips moving again, or she might as well shoot herself out of humiliation. She acted like a novice, starstruck by the King's presence. But, of course, that was not the reason for her stunned expression.
"It is nice to meet you, Your Majesty." She answered the man before her, accepting his offered greeting.
Thankfully, he just shook her hand and did not hold them longer than necessary, but she doubted if she had fooled him, not one bit. She could see in his eyes the recognition. He knew who she was. There was no denying it.
"Call me, Lance. And I hope you will not mind if I call you Sarah." The King addressed her, acting like nothing was amiss.
