After leaving Micha’s, she’d made a guard walk her to her room and inspect it before quickly grabbing a summer dress and leaving again, and she changed quickly into that after hurrying August into the other room, despite a few protests. Thirty minutes later, she was done with most of her plan. August’s room was decorated with lights much like the gardens, and some hanging lanterns, one that she’d seen in the books she’d read about Corona. They were for a special festival and had taken forever to figure out, but she’d managed. The couch had been moved and the table was set with food Stella had cooked and somehow managed to not burn. Checking to make sure everything looked perfect, she dimmed the lights low before walking into get August. “You have to trust me,” she laughed, covering his eyes with her hands and walking him into the other room. “Ready? Okay, open...”

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Stella didn’t bother answering the text, shoving her phone in her pocket and checking her hair in the mirror one last time before walking down two doors and knocking a few times.

Harley was through playing these little games. It was only a matter of time before August realized they were both in the same room together, and if he hadn’t already he was even more of a moron than he initially thought. Before he could try anything though, he had to make sure no one would be able to catch him. Surveying the area well enough to spot exactly where August was and where he would go once Harley made his move, he mapped out the possibilities in his head before finagling with an outlet in the room, blowing the fuse and knocking out the power for the whole dinning room. As soon as it was pitch black, he started to make his advances toward the prince.