Too filthy to be a fairytale... A few years ago, I was an impoverished cocktail waitress. Then I fell in love with Prince Max – he of the impossibly cute dimples, the nickel sized cleft in his chin, and the six pack abs so ripped I mended them every night with my tongue. We got married and I was walking-into-walls deliriously happy. I didn’t expect entitled, greedy thieves to arrest Max in an attempt to overthrow the monarchy. I didn’t plan on – presto change-o—being legally wed to Max’s swoony, older brother, Prince Leo. I didn’t suspect Leo still had ‘feelings’ for me which makes this whole thing an even hotter mess. Now Leo, my party-hard Ladies-in-Waiting and I must travel to Sicily to the Festival of the Three Kings to track down the basic, bug-eyed, 'prince of trashlandia' cheater/opportunist who lays claim to the throne. It’s three days of dancing, drinking and deception. What could possibly go wrong? Vivian will get her HEA at the end of The Duchess’s Decision. But will she end up with Prince Max – the spare? Or Prince Leo – the heir?