The invitation is meant for someone else.
The dress is borrowed.
The clock is ticking.
What Elle should do is sneak right back out of the Royal Ball and make her way home.
Unfortunately, what she does is sneak into the castle.
A chance encounter leads her right into the Crown Prince’s arms…
…and things heat up, fast.
But when the clock strikes midnight, Elle remembers her curfew—one that, if broken, will get her kicked off the rowing team for good. No team, no scholarship, no future.
So, she runs.
Prince Charlie isn’t done with Elle.
Not for a minute.
Not even when he finds out she’s carrying his heir.