Book 15: Lie to Me, Honey

Marianna

The front gates of the palace are heavily guarded every second of the day. I clutch my purse to my side, dressed in tan slacks and a cream colored sweater–less casual than normal–in hopes that I’ll get in without a huge fuss. I double checked to make sure all of my IDs are in my wallet, and as I remove my sunglasses and peer at the security gate, I still feel an overwhelming sense of dread.

It was easy enough to get into the castle for the ball because a driver was sent to fetch me. I didn’t have to come through the front gate that night. Now?

I inhale, holding my breath as I walk toward the warriors stationed outside the massive, towering wall of alabaster stone, but they don’t even look in my direction.

Not until I make a move for the foreboding, metal gate that prevents anyone from seeing what I know is an ethereal garden and the steps leading up to the palace.

The security post is the size of a small house, and while the gu