I reached around my back to try and unlace my corset myself. Not even close. There was no way I was getting it off. I tried reaching one more time, but this time I wound up making myself light-headed and out of breath. A thud sounded on my door. My shoulders tensed. I hoped it was one of my maids—I needed to get out of this thing. I hurried to the door and pushed it open. Prince Young stood in my doorway.
“Charlotte,” he said. I looked into the hall behind him to see if someone else was passing, anyone who could help me–but it was only him.
“Please pardon me for coming to your chamber. I wondered if I might be able to have a word with you before the—”
Grabbing him by the shirt, I pulled him into my chamber. “Get in here,” I said, shutting the door behind him. I took two steps toward the center of my room and said, “Quick, untie it. Help me take this off.”
“Well… this is going better than expected,” he said, half under his breath.
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