Alina Amor

"And how many women have you had, Damian?" "I never counted." "Oh, so a lot," I mused. "More than you can count on one hand?" "Obviously," the count snorted. "Good. That works for me," I nodded to myself. "What works for you?" the ambassador tensed up, straightening in his chair and looking at me with raised brows. So I explained: "I was just thinking... It's not fair that the prince has thirty concubines, and I'm supposed to have just him. So, what would you say if..." I trailed off, not quite sure how to phrase my brilliant idea, mostly because I wasn’t entirely sure how it would work myself. But Damian didn’t let me finish: "Belle, you're drunk, and you'll regret this in the morning." "Are you that bad at it?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

Mixed up the grooms? Well, it happens! Especially when you’ve been dropped into a strange new world, without so much as a survival guide. So here’s the bare-minimum plan: 1. Fix the mess I’ve made (oops). 2. Find a way back home. 3. And most importantly, do not fall in love!