Soraya's POV
For a moment, everything went silent. The prince's finger lifted—steady, deliberate—and pointed straight at me.
"She should be employed," he said. "I choose her."
My breath caught. What?
A ripple of murmurs swept through the other girls, their irritation filling the air like heat.
What is he up to? I wondered, annoyance prickling under my skin.
The interviewer woman frowned, nervous. "A-are you sure, my prince?"
He finally tore his gaze away from me to look at her. The second his eyes landed on her, her face drained, her body stiffening like she'd been caught doing something wrong.
"Well, my prince," she rushed to say, "she's just one out of four. We still need three more."
Before I could even think, Jenny blurted out—
"I'm with her!" She grabbed my arm tightly. "I mean—she's my sister. Sorry. I'm her sister."
"Jenny…" I whispered, glaring. "Still the same thing."
The prince glanced at Jenny, then nodded casually. "Pick her too, then."
