It was Dimitri.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice laced with anger. His piercing gaze bore into her as he took a step closer. "What did I tell you about the palace?"
Sorayah's heart pounded in her chest. Huh? He doesn't know about me disguising myself as a dancer, right? That's good then.
"I... I..." Sorayah stammered, scrambling for a believable excuse. "I was just admiring the palace structure and got a little carried away. I couldn't resist looking around. I'm sorry."
Dimitri tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. Then, his lips curled into a mocking smirk.
