How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

half-open door.

Adana stood outside, her hand frozen on the handle.

Her smile disappeared.

“So,” she whispered to herself, “the firewood girl has dreams too.”

The following afternoon, the Ezani mansion became too quiet. Not peaceful quiet, but the kind of quiet that made servants lower their voices and walk faster.

Adana had not shouted. She had not thrown continue reading …