A little snake for truth

"This is not appropriate, Prince Vincenzo. You can't enter my room like this when my husband is not here," Elliana said, her eyes stern, and Vincenzo looked at her with a neutral look before nodding.

"I know, I can't. How are you feeling now? Do you remember anything? Did something happen? I am sure it's not because you danced for 15 minutes. The Glory I knew wasn't like this," Vincenzo said.

Elliana scrunched her brows in annoyance.

 She didn't know this prince was so overbearing and stubborn. No matter how many times she told him that she wasn't the person he thought she was, he just couldn't believe it.

She didn't know if she should praise his friendship, care, and observation powers or if she should curse them because she didn't want to be found out. 

"I am not -"

"You are not Glory? Yes, for sure," Vincenzo rolled his eyes before he held her hand and pulled it out of the duvet.