Elana was irritated—but no, it was more than that. Annoyance alone couldn't explain what she was feeling.
Just a few days ago, her father had come to inform her that the King of the Grimvale family had sent an invitation for her.
Of course, she knew what that meant. Nobles didn't invite each other's children without a reason, especially not when they were the same age.
It wasn't about friendship. It was about something deeper. Something she didn't want.
Sylvie was the same age as the prince, too, yet during the contest, Carter had made it painfully clear who he was truly interested in—Elana.
So to her, the reason behind this sudden invitation was obvious.
And she wanted nothing to do with it.
Even turning them down in person felt like giving them hope—hope that she might be interested. And she wasn't. Not even a little.
