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

her wrist.

Ephoma bowed.

“You sent for me, ma.”

Adana walked toward her slowly.

“Since the prince now knows your mother’s house, maybe you believe you no longer work here.”

“No, ma.”

“Maybe you think you are above this place now.”

“I have never thought that.”

Adana’s smile was thin.

“Then explain why my name is being dragged through the village because of you.continue reading …