CHAPTER 10 Scapegoat

　　Desiree

　　Six months had passed, and I was a lot comfortable around Adam now. We snuck around a lot. It bothered me, but as long as he wasn't trying to sleep with me, I was okay. Although I wouldn't lie about the sexual tension between us, we kept it under control. He often came to hold me at night, and I looked forward to it. I knew what I was doing was dangerous, and Alice's journal explained the repercussions to me, but I was falling fast. My eighteenth birthday was in a month and I couldn't wait.

　　I tried to keep my head down. People had started acting funny towards me, but it didn't bother me. I was taken off all physical tasks, and I knew some people began to suspect that I might be sleeping with the Prince.

　　Aunt Margret called me into her room one evening to ask me intimate questions.

　　"Desiree, are you sleeping with Prince Adam?" she asked me with a stern look on her face, and I shook my head.