?Chapter 638:


    “No, no!” Amon quickly protested. “I’m not sure about the other princes, but Prince Bryan definitely only has eyes for Miss Dunn.”


    I feigned disbelief, pouting as I muttered under my breath, “Prince Bryan only cares about Makenna? Come on, if he really cared, why didn’t he visit her when she had a feverst night?”


    Amon was taken aback, his expression a mixture of shock and concern. “What? Miss Dunn had a fever? Why didn’t anyone say anything?”


    I shrugged, feigning resignation. “Everyone’s too caught up with Evelyn to notice Makenna. Honestly, Makenna’s having a rough time. She must be crushed.”


    I sighed deeply, dragging out the word “crushed” for effect.


    Amon scratched his head, looking troubled, his frown deepening as he mulled over my words.


    Once I could see the seeds of doubt taking root, I patted Amon’s shoulder lightly and switched topics. “Alright, enough of that heavy stuff. Amon, I’m starving. How about we grab a bite to eat?”


    That was all I could do. As for the rest… when the three princes knew Makenna was sick and no one was there for her, if they still had any feelings left for her, they’d surely take action. Perhaps that was the spark needed to mend the rift between them.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As I anticipated, nightfall brought the three princes to my door. They arrived one after the other.


    The soft creak of the door opening announced the first visitor. Bryan stepped inside looking worried, his gaze locking on me immediately as he crossed the room in quick strides.


    “Makenna, how are you feeling? I heard you had a fever. I’ve been so worried.”


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    I was seated at my desk, practicing painting under the soft glow of amp. My focus lingered on my work for a moment longer before I nced up, barely pausing my brushstrokes. “I’m fine now.”


    Before Bryan could respond, yton entered. He reached me in two determined strides and snatched the brush from my hand. His sharp tone carried a hint ofint. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sickst night?”


    I smiled resignedly at his earnest and gentle gaze. “You barely stayedst night. How was I supposed to find the chance to tell you?”


    His face fell. I saw the flicker of guilt that crossed his expression.


    Dominic was thest to appear. He stepped closer, then ufortably rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Makenna, I’m sorry. I neglected you earlier today.”


    I let out a soft sigh, allowing a bitter smile to y on my lips. “It’s okay. I understand. After all, Evelyn’s sister saved your lives. It’s only natural for you to care about her.”


    I paused, lowering my head slightly as if weighed down by my own words. “Besides, I let my emotions get the better of me earlier. I shouldn’t have acted that way.”


    Dominic’s face twisted with guilt, as though my words had cut straight to his core. Their regret was tangible, heavy in the space between us. I could feel it. My n was working. Showing my vulnerability was the key to bridging the distance that had grown between us. Tantrums never did anyone good, after all.


    I stood up and offered a wistful smile. “Do you remember that day we went on an outing together? Everything felt so simple then, as if the world outside didn’t exist. For a while, it was just us, and all our worries faded away.”


    I moved to the window, pushing…


    I pushed it open to let the cool night air drift in. I stared up at the serene, inviting stars that twinkled above like scattered diamonds before taking a deep breath and turning to them.


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