Eleanora's POV
I stared, breathless, over the balcony at all the people that were laughing and dancing along the streets of the city. It's like it's had a massive make-over. It looks completely different from yesterday.
All this in thanks for me? No way.
"You love looking out the window, don't you?" I jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see Vince standing there dressed nothing like a King. In fact, he looked like a normal civilian- If it weren't for his handsome face.
"I do," I honestly answered and a small smirk graced his lips.
"Everyone's dressed really fancy today... but why are you... dressed like that?" That came out sounding ruder than intended.
"You're one to talk," he narrowed his gaze at me then nudged his chin at the outfit that I was wearing. It was a simple pink blouse with a long white skirt that reached just under my knees and my hair was left open.
"I wanted to go out... If it's okay with you," I mumbled.