Samantha
It was the middle of December before I got a text from an unknown number late one morning.
So where's this quiet pub? And can we meet this afternoon?
Lucky for me, I had the day off.
Sure. 4pm? I answered, and added Sleeping Lion with the address.
Meet you there.
I looked around. The flat was a disaster. The sewing machine was set up on the table and there were fabric bits and tiny threads everywhere. On the back of the bedroom door hung a new duster sewn out of a vintage velvet tapestry I found in a charity shop. It would look great with jeans.
And for once, I wouldn't smell like horses.
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The Prince's Secret (Prince Harry Fanfic)
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