There was something oddly familiar about her lips. Soft and sweet.
 
  I froze.

  Pulling away, I lunged for my knife, wielding it in front of me.

  "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

  "Happy is the last thing I am right now!" I growled.

  "Kenneth, I've been meaning to tell you.."

"You left me for him!?" I bursted. "You left me for some stuck up prince?"

  "You think I wanted to?" She shot back. "My family needed the money!"

  "My dad-"

  "Seriously?" She chuckled. "You actually think your father would give money to a maid? You're out of your mind."

"I could've figured out a way-"

  "Your father wants me dead because he needs you to focus," she spread her arms wide. "Shoot."

   My fingers let go of my knife before I could even tell them to. "I still love you, Felicity."