“Why did I say that to him?” she whispered to herself into the silence. “And why did I laugh?” “I don’t think you can.” She moaned and fell into the seat of the closest bistro table. She might as well have invited the Prince to chase her into a dark corner of the city and get his revenge. Kate hated her impulse to giggle when she was nervous—it made her feel like a child. It was a thing she’d spent years trying to overcome to no avail.
