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

saw Ibuka, her hands tightened around the tray.

Ibuka froze.

The garden seemed to shrink around them.

“You,” he said softly.

Ephoma swallowed.

“Good afternoon, my prince.”

Ibuka did not answer quickly enough.

Adana’s face hardened.

“You know her?”

Ibuka turned to her.

Adana snapped at Ephoma, “Why did you take so long?”

“Ma, I came as soon as—”

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