Eiffel is your normal British lady. It's been just her and her mom ever since her dad died. At nineteen, she had already adjusted to her normal life as an ordinary girl.
But all that changes when she finds out her dad had betrothed her to the princ...
Dedicated to Pretty_July for convincing me to continue and for her relentless support. Love ya, girl!We're #5 in betrothal!
"Elijah," I voiced out, my tone hard, upon seeing him above me.
"You?"
" Yes, me. Now, please get off. " I said stressing the ' T'. He watched me, at first, not moving and I glared relentlessly at him. Then, finally, he released me and got up from me.
"Sorry 'bout that." He muttered and stretched his hands for me to take. I smacked it away.
"I don't need your help. " I spat. Maybe, I'm overreacting about the whole thing, but honestly I couldn't care less.
Plus, I just lost my appetite.
He stood there, probably surprised I spoke to him in such a manner. Better get used to it. There's plenty more where that came from. I'm going to make it pretty clear that I don't want anything to do with him.
"I was coming to your room, actually. " He told me as he dug his hands in his pockets.
"What for? To murder me in my sleep? "
"Funny. " He said with a poker face. " We're attending a conference meeting tomorrow at noon, where we shall attend to some matters and announce our wedding. Be ready. " He said, then turned to walk away.
I stuck my tongue out at him as he turned. And immediately, pulled my lips in a tight line, when he turned back around.
"Oh, and also, wear something nice. I haven't known you that long but I can tell you lack what is called fashion sense."
I gasped. Oh my God!
"How dare you ?!" He smirked, then strode away confidently. Urgh! He's so infuriating! I groaned fighting the urge to punch his pretty little face. I found out that I packed a good punch when brain from my seventh grade class had tried to kiss me on the school bus.
I had pulled my hand into a fist and hit him with just enough force to get the message across. He had fled and ever since then never glanced my way.
Perhaps, all this prince needs a good dose of vitamin fist.
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I'll show him who lacks fashion sense... I wore my white shirt and a peach short skirt. I pulled my golden locks into a messy bun and wore my white heels, with a little touch of makeup I was ready go. My mascara thickened my eyelashes even more making my silver grey eyes pop.
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I went to grab my purse then heard a knock on my door.
He's here already? I pulled the door open. Instead of the handsome, arrogant, hot, prince, I was met with another handsome face.
